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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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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"I hope you are all creating every day according to the inner map you were born with. I know it sometimes seems that map is written in ...
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:)