he was a word-smith
collector of latent nouns
like counterpane and camber
a sifter
adjective hoover
a tense fence
by the water he would sit and read
in his head he'd built a memory palace
an upstanding rural mansion of local quarry stone
leaded windows
in the libraries hung blue silk drapes
large gold-framed mirrors
ornate carvings and artefacts
on marble floors
oak panels and a black skirt finish
and the books.......
mile on imperial mile of identical cloisters
the word hoard
he'd tend to the palace daily
and, knowing the discipline of love,
he'd eek out, re-write, update and contextualise
he'd dummy-run a few layered analogies
and dust down volumes of empirical evidence for future reference
like un-got knowledge banked
filing couldn't be chronological
just logical
colour-coded by truth and weighted for usage
louder colours flagging novelty and popularity
indexed by meaning
not word-meaning but the meaning of life
indexed by happiness
15/06/10 GK.
(copyright)
a roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
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