Posted by Atticus on December 11, 2004, at 18:36:17
In reply to Re: poem ... Pristine Mates of Sistine Paints, posted by Toph on December 11, 2004, at 11:17:09
It's her watching me watching the snow come down. Its purity always strikes me as something doomed once it wafts down into the city, like bits of the divine and ethereal landing on dirty asphalt. In "Alice in Wonderland," the Cheshire Cat is the perpetual snarky observer. Essentially, this piece is about temporarily shelving cynicism and becoming transfixed by something like a flower's beauty as it wilts, viewing it as emblematic of the sheer transience of innocence. She recognizes me recognizing this, so we try to rekindle a bit of the magic to the extent that human beings can in such an environment. It's about a moment of connection in the metropolis. Atticus
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