by Benjamin Grossman
Should never shut up. With their mouths closed how could we write of the existence of souls? Yes, these entrances shrink all other entrances. How many times did Peter Pan come through Wendy’s door? If not for a window, what would’ve become of our beloved Romeo and Juliet? Where would Rapunzel let down her hair? What friends would our teenagers rely on to sneak out of the house? A window is an ideal womb: it allows one out into the world and then allows them to return. Even the mirror on the wall would say no other is so fair. There are reasons beyond beauty that history builds its home amongst the stained glass. No window is just a window. They are knights in translucent armor, brewers of love, instruments of rebels.
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Marvelous! A window made of words!
ReplyDeleteA window is a subtle door for the brave and the curios, the enamored and the desperate to
ReplyDeleteexit and reenter and feel quite good about it:) This was a compact and very entertaining piece you published Benjamin and many years ago too:)