1/8/07
ADEPT
The definition of readjusting
one's view of world & self,
the anamnesis of recovering
the knowledge we were always
part of a whole & never the central theme.
This divorce from a common law knowledge
paved the way for the ego.
A shunning of the mother goddess.
The study of letting go; the practice
of letting go. What is there to let go of?
Well certainly not the ground.
(Once a supposition is merited,
a plausibility is extended;
something like a merry go round
where old rides die hard.)
The study of properly planned revolts.
Examining the back yard.
Scratching for scraps in the moonlit dirt
The study of choice & identity.
The question of who regulates it & destiny.
The question of freedom and
the limits of our rights to it.
The definition of self.
The study of perspective & priorities.
The meaning of being human.
The study of photosynthesis.
The observation of con artists & shell games.
The nature of the beast.
The assignment of application.
The study of definition.
The science of chaos, to say the least
the order of faith. The needs of the few
outweighing the many, the challenge
of how pretty no longer is a penny.
The methodical scrutiny of grime.
The stain in the transmitted lie.
The disease of the silent eye.
The hills of foam on the pond
floating on dark underslitherings,
where steam bath dreams rewind.
Peel back skin of faces to find
the study of all mankind.
The study of one man studying,
left behind for someone to find.
The study of dust, of skins being shed.
Re-emerging life, polished anew.
The study of what, where, and are we who
(the study of me is the study of you).
The study of balancing each
other out of the equation,
the entire history of a nation,
the dream of changing our mind,
the need to invent a new word,
the necessity of creating our own language,
the wisdom of learning for ourselves
the study of wisdom. The defining of change.
Forgetting having uncovered the meaning once.
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readjusting
ReplyDeleteone's view of world & self ...
That is the coda of your verse, to my mind. The rival of poetry is
certainty, and your vision is wide as the contingency of our mysterious cosmos.
The dialectic of word and world is the dynamic of our discourse and
vision as creative writers. I see from your poetry, you well
understand this. The word is precise ... the world a majestic
mystery. We straddle the space between.
A.A. Attanasio
Thank you for your generous comments, Al.
ReplyDelete"The rival of poetry is certainty", this I like.
You have attached wings
to my feet.
"we straddle the space between." I love that...
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