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Jul. 31st, 2010 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormHere I am at home. I'm solo, but the house is neither empty nor quiet with the rats around. Devendra Banhart is on in the background (The Body Breaks and At The Hop on repeat). I am, as predicted, crashing a little bit.
I opened this window because I wanted to write a little bit about found poetry, with which I have been generously graced of late. http://twitter.com/aftermathbot is one of my favourite things. I found an index card with some things written on it; I looked at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kindelingboy's interests list and remember how much I like that particular type of poetry.
Perhaps that's all I'll say right now. Perhaps not; Angus and I had a good morning together. Some of the inevitable drift away has stalled out and I've started to swing back; my orbit is punishingly elliptical so much of the time. His own has been and will be knocked slightly out of kilter by mine, and we will adjust as we can. Regardless, there's been a lot of closeness and connection in the last little while, and I am so very glad of that.
I am still reminded of what I knew before: poly means always saying goodbye to someone, always missing someone, always having a homecoming coloured by a parting. It's never being completed by another, as all the love songs go, and perhaps never being completed at all. I think that space between, that absence, is just going to always be part of my life. It's far better having it with such lovely company as I've been granted than having it without.
I opened this window because I wanted to write a little bit about found poetry, with which I have been generously graced of late. http://twitter.com/aftermathbot is one of my favourite things. I found an index card with some things written on it; I looked at
kindelingboy's interests list and remember how much I like that particular type of poetry.Perhaps that's all I'll say right now. Perhaps not; Angus and I had a good morning together. Some of the inevitable drift away has stalled out and I've started to swing back; my orbit is punishingly elliptical so much of the time. His own has been and will be knocked slightly out of kilter by mine, and we will adjust as we can. Regardless, there's been a lot of closeness and connection in the last little while, and I am so very glad of that.
I am still reminded of what I knew before: poly means always saying goodbye to someone, always missing someone, always having a homecoming coloured by a parting. It's never being completed by another, as all the love songs go, and perhaps never being completed at all. I think that space between, that absence, is just going to always be part of my life. It's far better having it with such lovely company as I've been granted than having it without.
