The Real Has No Eascape
reality is slippery
sand in my hands
eluding
The real recedes every morning
until
I’m not sure what I live in
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Ponderings
The Question
Most people think they know the answer. I am willing to admit I don’t even know the question.
–Arsenio Hall
Bigger Than Mine
If you’ve never heard philly native Black Ice speak, then educate yourself right now.
I am
“I am the thinker that creates the thoughts that create the things.”
–Dr. Johnnie Coleman
Fear
i do not fear death
so long as i live my life
i won’t go to sleep
feeling empty
if i do this one thing right
Inspiration
Sometimes inspiration for a poem can come from the strangest places.
Account
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness,
Like the flight of a moth which, had it known,
Would have tended nevertheless toward the candle’s flame.
Others would deal with ways to silence anxiety,
The little whisper which, though it is a warning, is ignored.
I would deal separately with satisfaction and pride,
The time when I was among their adherents
Who strut victoriously, unsuspecting.
But all of them would have one subject, desire,
If only my own—but no, not at all; alas,
I was driven because I wanted to be like others.
I was afraid of what was wild and indecent in me.
The history of my stupidity will not be written.
For one thing, it’s late. And the truth is laborious.
–Czeslaw Milosz (Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Pinsky)
