false face 8 (mirrors of our words)

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And what if I 
tell you I'm not going to 
tell you about me,
that I'll just 
"let my words speak for themselves"?

Puh-leaze!
How pompous!
What hubris!
As if my words were ever 
really mine to own! 
As if I had any control over their choosing!
As if they had an owner! 

As. 

If. 

I could put them on the page and then—
in the very next breath—
they are not my own—
not mine to own—
just mine to mine. 

A wonder!

A ponder, fonder than my own,

my words have their own voices.




The articulation of absurdity





"...a thing, any thing, impinges on us by a more important fact, its self-existence, 
without reference to any other thing, in short, the very character of it which calls our 
attention to it, which wants us to know more about it, its particularity."
							                                --Charles Olson



If we could hold any 

thing 

in hand or mind, 
any singular, self-existent 

thing

without reference to any other 

thing, 

then that 

thing 

would and could 
only be the only
 
thing.  

We would find our selves holding 

this 

whole universe, 

this 

allofexistenceatonce, 

for what else 
could we hold 
without reference 
to any other 

thing?

We would find ourselves 
held in the hands
of angels

and annihilated.