Anias Nin said she wrote every day
without hope and without despair:
joy un-postponed; and Mother
Teresa healed lepers in
depression. Joyful! Joyful! .
As for me, the silence and the
emptiness is so great, that I
look and do not see,
and do not hear—the tongue
moves but does not speak.
I want you
that I let Him have a free hand.
Language gets in the way.
Or rather,
cultural connotations
burrs and cockles perpetuate
semantic stigmata hitching rides
on my invasive pants so that it’s
almost impossible to separate
“violence,”
“power,”
“control,”
from their physical habitat that
they might describe what it takes
to re-make common sense
practicing Life of the Mind
in play..
Aporia: No pores, no portals,
no passage, no exit—a consummation
devoutly to be desired, where philosophy
at least and perhaps religion are said to begin.
(Not to be confused with Life of the Body
and Body Politic where it makes good
sense to sustain our abilities and avoid
break down whenever possible.)
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