escape my word
Posted: November 23rd, 2014, 2:37 am
If I were to write with the words of a poet
would it be any different then writing with my own words
If I were to say what is on my mind, would it be any different
from what a human being in this condition and state of mind
thinks in a particular set of circumstances, in a particular
situation would think and say. I cannot say, only I write
there are words that are too difficult to say, does that stop me
Once I existed at the end of my sentence. Having completed
a thought was such an unutterable phenomenon. Imagine!
how exhilarated I became to be able to put one word in front
of the other. The shear agony of having to speak my mind. One
cannot simply set all the wonderous things aside, and describe
the hell that one perceives, when one looks directly at the world.
There are religions, wars, candy bars, sports cars, malpractice.
There are suns and moons and black holes so deep in space they
devour everything with total indifference and absolute beauty.Can
we define what that is, without becoming too involved in the image.
There are words too dense to use in a philosophical perspective. But
these words are just what a poet looks for, to full in the blanks. Life
is one big resurrection of dead words. We want to dig them up. Find
these things that were once said in the most extraordinary situations.
In order to give them the proper context, it needs some slight nudge
at exactly the right moment. It is like saying that you cannot take
the name of God in vein. But it's alright to shoot heroin in vein. Either
action can have the similar effect. It's God,it's God I see God. Or maybe
you have ODed. They say it is too much to behold the face of the creator.
But they say other things that makes one want to escape reality. As if that
is somehow less then seeing the face of what made you in the first place.
If I write to escape reality, it does not necessarily follow that I am running
away from it. On the contrary, I run toward the opposite of what is real.
Which is what people who are looking for some kind of omnipresence do.
a blind man runs toward the light, or he runs toward a deeper darkness.
We are all blind when we try to describe the light that blinds, what word
can make us see it. What word or words can suffice to so make us see,
what it is that we are told we cannot see. How did religion or words that
are considered religious usurp the poetic marvelous? Is it even possible.
Why do people even listen to who are hired to tell us lies. Is it lies that
we are looking for. Are we escaping from the truth. We are escaping from it.
What matters is that there is an exit from the insufferable stupidity people
are capable of. What matters is that somebody will write about nothing at all.
would it be any different then writing with my own words
If I were to say what is on my mind, would it be any different
from what a human being in this condition and state of mind
thinks in a particular set of circumstances, in a particular
situation would think and say. I cannot say, only I write
there are words that are too difficult to say, does that stop me
Once I existed at the end of my sentence. Having completed
a thought was such an unutterable phenomenon. Imagine!
how exhilarated I became to be able to put one word in front
of the other. The shear agony of having to speak my mind. One
cannot simply set all the wonderous things aside, and describe
the hell that one perceives, when one looks directly at the world.
There are religions, wars, candy bars, sports cars, malpractice.
There are suns and moons and black holes so deep in space they
devour everything with total indifference and absolute beauty.Can
we define what that is, without becoming too involved in the image.
There are words too dense to use in a philosophical perspective. But
these words are just what a poet looks for, to full in the blanks. Life
is one big resurrection of dead words. We want to dig them up. Find
these things that were once said in the most extraordinary situations.
In order to give them the proper context, it needs some slight nudge
at exactly the right moment. It is like saying that you cannot take
the name of God in vein. But it's alright to shoot heroin in vein. Either
action can have the similar effect. It's God,it's God I see God. Or maybe
you have ODed. They say it is too much to behold the face of the creator.
But they say other things that makes one want to escape reality. As if that
is somehow less then seeing the face of what made you in the first place.
If I write to escape reality, it does not necessarily follow that I am running
away from it. On the contrary, I run toward the opposite of what is real.
Which is what people who are looking for some kind of omnipresence do.
a blind man runs toward the light, or he runs toward a deeper darkness.
We are all blind when we try to describe the light that blinds, what word
can make us see it. What word or words can suffice to so make us see,
what it is that we are told we cannot see. How did religion or words that
are considered religious usurp the poetic marvelous? Is it even possible.
Why do people even listen to who are hired to tell us lies. Is it lies that
we are looking for. Are we escaping from the truth. We are escaping from it.
What matters is that there is an exit from the insufferable stupidity people
are capable of. What matters is that somebody will write about nothing at all.