Feature Articles:
Travel Stories:
Speeches:
Poetry:
Unpublished:
the alchemy of words
cut and paste images and words. But what is
beyond the bite or slice, beyond the cutting edge,
what reaches back into the past and stretches out
into the future? Where is the deep pool where
words rise like bubbles from the unconscious mind
waking from dream to find a meaning in those
senseless images?
A master builder did not construct the pyramids. A
hundred monkeys did not write Shakespeare or
make gold out of the base metal of verbs and
adjectives. Keep diving for the pearl that can
never be dismantled, divided or deconstructed. The
mot juste surfaces to hang lightly from neck or
earlobe, a gift from the heart, a treasure.
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Carol Middleton