{"id":1416,"date":"2008-10-12T17:27:35","date_gmt":"2008-10-12T17:27:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1416"},"modified":"2008-10-12T17:27:35","modified_gmt":"2008-10-12T17:27:35","slug":"v-ulea-is-exploring-time-space","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/v-ulea-is-exploring-time-space\/","title":{"rendered":"V. Ulea is exploring time & space"},"content":{"rendered":"

TIME AND SPACE<\/span>


Feelings in humans are like time in space: the former moves while the latter stays.<\/span>

Time is forever. Space doesn\u2019t live that long \u2013 it requires updates. Though imprescriptible, time is still wrong for space.<\/span>

Space is suicidal: it tends to an end. Time has no goal \u2013 like this evening that no one knows how to spend, or the clock on the wall.<\/span>

Time never stops \u2013 it moves ahead. Space loses that race.<\/span>

Time never turns backward unlike your head, and is aimed at space.<\/span>

Space wants stability, tries to be fixed. It works on the absolute.<\/span>

Time is unsteady. It constantly leaks through space, which it tends to pollute.<\/span>

Their clash is their factor, their meaning, their cutting edge \u2013 like <\/span>before<\/span> comes with <\/span>after<\/span> or <\/span>forever<\/span> with the mourning for change.<\/span>

They are far from agreement. In them we face our own design that makes us dream and suffer like space from acting like time.<\/span>


* V. Ulea lives in the United States and her work \u2013 which she describes as 'prosetry' \u2013 has appeared in the <\/span>Literary Review, RE:AL, Princeton Arts Review, Bitter Oleander, Sein und Werden, Apollo\u2019s Lyre<\/span> and other journals and magazines. She is also a photographer (see recent photos).<\/span>

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