writing on things, iii
word prompts, from Henry David Thoreau book “The Illustrated Walden” —
unsurveyed
families
dry
robin
equally
concord
little
economy
auxiliaries
perhaps
world
there is a bird I love so much. especially when she thinks herself unsurveyed, she sings particularly brilliantly. with such force, such boldness of chest voice. the families of notes coming from her being leaves not a dry eye. what a canary, a lark, a robin! equally, when she is perceived, her feathers emanate such glory. morning glory! she is unlike any other. this textured being — like a concord, her essence soars well beyond sight, until her form is but a tiny speck in seering sky. not a colour out of place, not a note sung without generous economy. she is one without axiliairies, perhaps, perhaps, she is not one for this world.
