Posted by zeugma on March 8, 2005, at 18:14:25
alexandra k (yes I read the meds board avidly enough to see how perceptive you are). In any case here is a poem I'll dedicate to you, a better philosopher than i am, and a fellow consumer of wide ranges of discourse.
Marriage of kinds of discourse.
The eye takes in the night, the innocence of the moon
Gone, the night has progressed that far
Into its fullness. The eye looks for ways out.
These are the barest strings we know, strings without apparent meaning, packets of light
That emerge when our powers are low, that have to be given
A meaning. The innocence of the moon when it is keen and has not progressed far
Into the night. It could have been
When my eyes strained into what passed overhead and left few clues
That I wanted to marry two kinds of discourse.I cannot imagine this project without the akinesia
Of not knowing what to do, of not having a medium
In which to develop. I did not develop. So turning aside
I let the excitement rain into me
Of unintelligible speech, that waited to be given a reading,
That was no medium, but was cold to the touch,
And yielded nothing. It’s barely speaking
To talk in this way. The night absorbs our sight.Strings without meaning. I do not look
Beyond the present, its distortions. The present takes our vision away,
And wreckage lies on the ground to be carted off and analyzed and
Nothing can be unspeakable.
It’s the word ‘nothing’ that takes me away from these selfish thoughts and into a kind
Of utopia, where all is explicit, no, forget that, clarity is such
That communication is unnecessary.Morning gives itself a meaning
Within which the radio works.
And then it doesn’t anymore and I am clear
That I don’t understand what I have written
Even though symbols cannot get more stark
Than these notations, I look to them
As to the stars at night, a wandering of the eyes
Into void, and I wonder if others
Have these periodic emptyings
Of emotion
Into glyphs they can’t read
-z
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