somehow...

everything turning into cats, neighborhood and weeks replaced by a cat. 

this word 'somehow', I think I learned from Clark Ashton Smith, or Lovecraft, or from my imaginary friend of theirs they told me about. Imagine a writer has a word special to them, their best work centering around it, that communicates them best always uses it. If I do with 'somehow' it shows what I need.

A truck passes by the slightest whiff of it's music passing through the rolled up windows-- actually less than slightest, so the whiff is no longer of music but sub-music. There are surely senses like that, too, used rarely enough to be not known as senses-- used only once maybe. And arts like that, too: perhaps all of them!

2 comments:

yasi chrissy carellel pretty perera said...

Just now read this weeks first Christian Science Responsive Reading: — John 3:8 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

Thomas Buckler said...

wow, that translation has a gaping lisp. Here's the NAS: "The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit."

or Young's Literal Translation is pretty: "the Spirit where he willeth doth blow, and his voice thou dost hear, but thou hast not known whence he cometh, and whither he goeth; thus is every one who hath been born of the Spirit."