ARE THE NEVERBORN’S
LOOSE GARMENT DESIGN
The Flesh Becomes Word
Language of the Neverborns
Near Dublin, Indiana
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
—E. E. Cummings
The others tell you who you are,
And as you're told so a million times
if you live a long life,
in the end you don't know at all who you are.
Everyone says something different.
You yourself also say something
different each new moment.
~ Thomas Bernhard
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It was they who led me from door to door,
and with them have I felt about me,
searching and touching my world.
It was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt;
they showed me secret paths,
they brought before my sight many a star on the horizon of my heart.
They guided me all the day long to the mysteries
of the country of pleasure and pain,
and, at last,
to what palace gate have they brought me
in the evening at the end of my journey?
~ Rabindranath Tagore