This is a Letter to Virginia Woolf

Kelli Pomroy

 

I n s i d e r

The sea always comes back.
Is that why you love the
waves? Indefinite.

                                                                         “We may sink and settle on the waves.”

Rhythmic pounding marked
passages of time. Whose
breath comes, goes
unconsciously.

                                                                        “Who am I? Am I all of them? Am I one and 
                                                                           distinct? I do not know.”

Oceans commune
at the shore line before
break.

                                                                        “And the words that trail drearily without  
                                                                          human meaning; I will reduce you to order.”

Your outside was full of disorder,
confusion. What were the little things
that wept?

                                                                      “Beech trees, the river bank, where the
                                                                        trees meet united like lovers in the water.”

Not a ruined or wasted thing. Meaning in
an ordinary Wednesday afternoon.

                                                                      “All is shattered.”

 

 

 

D e a r V – II


You would have really enjoyed meeting Jacques Lacan. He doesn’t find confidence in the structure of “I.” The self? Well, he thought that we were all made up of “selves” and our identity never stops forming. We are tied to others, just the way that you made The Waves. Everybody is fragments, and “I” is actually “we.” Good call, V.

“In bringing into being the “I” who will play the protagonist in the subject’s life story, forming a link between the subject’s psyche and the world outside, the mirror stage lays the groundwork for the cultural formation of identity.”

The mirror stage brings memories of childhood. Your mother? Was she in the mirror?



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“More tea?”
“Please, Sigmund drives me to drink.”
“I never wanted my theories to be married to his. It is so unfortunate that we are in literary articles together.”
“I’m glad we had lunch, Jacques. Cheers!”

About the Work

Kelli Pomroy

Kelli Pomroy is a recent graduate of Stetson University. She received her B.A. in English and will continue her education with a M.A. in English next spring. Outside of Stetson University’s literary magazine, Touchstone, this is her first publication. Currently, she lives in Daytona Beach, Florida where she continues to write poetry under the influence of large cups of coffee.

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