pontormo's letter
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Letters to Real People


ribald figures thumping around, brandied about, no unwieldy, not to be trifled because of the weight of the material, myth safety, no chance of tumping. The base of the figure rocking, sound demonstration of something known all along, as the pattern sinks into the scheme, and besides color, there is the planar aspect, the sliding off the lap, the cleft of the rock, the untenable angles of all these places, all these little maps turned so that the light shines through them and spectacles the picture, just spectacles right into a fine predicament,

simple as the bear cave, sullen as the greys,

Arrow on a card, arrow on a card upon the felt. Carded arrow and ropes upon the arrow and the letters placed below the strings, tightness of the walls, tightness of the walls for letters, for all sorts.
Bedevilment, being what appears to some people as being deprived of tangible meanings. Oh arrow, promise of, oh arrow, the drama of, oh arrow, the foolery of, oh arrow, the comedic turn, oh arrow of harrowing scenes, where the village, where the village itself is drawn, where the arrow draws the village diaries, slipping into rustic hands, slipping out to mark the sheep, the very cover of the bale, sentiments of this passage housed in the folk, delivering them unto thoughtfulness & the rest.