Review of Shine a Light (2008) by Neum D — 11 Jan 2009
Cursed spinniness of the white orbs, never ending countcountcountcountcount of moments. Moments of moments. Moments of micro-moments. The fantastically perilous progression moving at the speed of today, tomorrow, Tuesday.
For the love of Tuesday. Measured thoughts, another bowl of soup. Flying, whizzing, lonely trap captured, enraptured, fractured locations from each other, like a peeling desert, wrinkles in the earth, in our faces.
Faces in the earth. A ruler that stretches to your personal omega, absorbed in gait of blind conscious fervor to an inky depth in the shape of a man. Spinniness. Spinniness. Crush me in your hand and rolling pin me into your devised infinity.
Eddies of memory, quicksilvering children's drawings, a waxpaper spectacle closely cousined with sleep pictures. Bestriding each bubble, circling through, over again and another bubble reliving forever.
A drink, a sedimentary portal with sediment of light, an escape from no escape. Open up, bring yourself that horizon. Apex of hope, Himalayan courage of a molehill, brittleness of a soapbox, fading music of a voice.
Flotsam dreams, sinking islands. Whirlpool fate. For the love of spinniness. Spinniness.
This review of Shine a Light (2008) was written by Neum D on 11 Jan 2009.
Shine a Light has generally received positive reviews.
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