“Most mysteriously, your brain turns its view back on itself to generate your sense of self-awareness.”
Rose, N. Abi-Rached, J., 2012. Neuro: the new brain sciences and the management of the mind. Princeton University Press. (pg 199)
“Our perception of the world is a fantasy that coincides with reality.”
Rose, N. Abi-Rached, J., 2012. Neuro: the new brain sciences and the management of the mind. Princeton University Press. (pg 207)
“The killifish, simultaneously swallowed up like a slip of sun
By the shadow of the hawk, can be seen as itself once again
Inside Felicia’s laughter
Felicia, catching up and stepping on the shadow
Of the hawk, has finally seen the black wings of her feet.”
‘Little fugue’
Rogers, Pattiann, 1940 – The tattooed lady in the garden. Wesleyan University Press. (p. 76)
The conversation flows into silence
And sound fills the field.
The sunlight glinting off the waterfall inside the bird’s laughter,
The stellars jay calls like the eagle above and spirits are sent on their way
With air beneath their midnight wings
Of impenetrable air.
The lights flash past the stars
Hung in the house where the peacock feather
Shines in shades of emerald and midnight glass
That is grasped in the silences
Between the minds joined in forming
Pools and ripples of vibrant air, that til this moment
Have never before been sewn into being,
Except in the meadow of sound,
Where the house remembers the bird’s laughter
In the glittering waterfall where it finds its first home.