Icarus skywriting # 9

Walter Benjamin wrote, 'To thinking belongs not only the movement of thoughts, but likewise their standstill. Where thinking suddenly stops in a constellation saturated with tensions, it gives the constellation a shock, through which thinking crystallises itself as a monad.' Oh! That moment of seeing and meaning, but can it ever be monadic? This makes me think of poetry, not reading and trying to understand what the poet has written, but understanding that the poet has written something he or she meant to write but which will never be read in the way he or she intended because the slippage between the writer and the reader always renders meaning slippery. 'Every angel is terrifying...' as Rilke says. And now I am wondering to myself why I wrote this. Does it make sense, what sense am I trying to reach? Reading Judy Horacek http://horacek.com.au/makes me feel like this  because she has so many answers and I hope she wont mind me borrowing this pictures (but oh so many to choose from) - I'll buy her a drink next time I am in Melbourne. Here's a Steve Earle song sung by Joan B. 'We can all learn to sing the songs the angels sing.'