Speechless,
we speak.
It's the making
mute.
Without hearing each other,
how can we listen?
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Self-Portrait with a Fascinator 2016
On Monday, I walked, buying frames from two stores in different parts of the city, then went to the Art Bar Poetry Series in the evening, ab...
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I have been asked to offer a presentation of some of my performance videopoems at Mount Pleasant Public Library on Thursday Feb 25th from ...
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Abrasion #2, Created, Interpreted, Edited, Sound & Music by Joaquim Gil & Nuno Tavares , and I love their YouTube channel name: &quo... -
The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
Perfect~~~
ReplyDeleteBlessings~
Eloquent about a phatic lack.
ReplyDeleteHave you read Mallarme, his poems of grief after the death of his child where silence is really configured into the poems?
Or what Pinter has to say about the roar of silence (and its dynamic meaning in a playscript, hence all its pauses) versus the empty set of meanings of a long diatribe that precedes it? Read THE HOMECOMING.
You've whetted my appetite. Now I'll shut the f--- up.
Brenda,
ReplyDeleteI simply need to read more of your works...I love the concept of white space, pregnant silence, the roar of silence...your poem, and Juanfw's comment (we both know him on G...) arefull of meaning...
the absolute power
ReplyDeleteof the fewest
possible words
as in a single
shouted syllable
breaking an immense silence
Wow, the narrator is back, or maybe he's been here all along. Hello, Narrator :)
ReplyDeleteBrenda, miss you.
Pru
Beautiful. A poetic koan.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines stand out.
ReplyDeleteI struggled all day to put images into these lines, but...
ReplyDeleteLaurieglynn, thanks~blessings...
Juanfw, you've given me enough reading material to keep me in the library for a week! I am very appreciative, too. Mallarme, no, but I will; or Pinter. I'll take a look at Celine again, and Ghandi. Many thanks!
Kathryneo, 'white space,' pregnant silence,' 'roar of silence,' these take us to a deeper place where we may meet ourselves, a depth of silence... thanks for dropping by.
Narrator, ah, that 'single/ shouted syllable/ breaking an immense silence'...this is poetry, beauty, like the single stark line defining the horizon.
Hi, Pru. Where'd you drop in from, hon? Long time no hear...
MB, thanks, glad you found something here, however barenaked :)
Twoberry, S & G! Oh, you are too hilarious. I'm sure you kept the smile all night too! (Only Barbara will tell:)