such that the moment



The truth is 
such that the moment 
we turn our 
backs on it 
it ceases to be the truth
that we thought it was.

The truth is 
such that the moment
we take our 
next breath it 
changes and it changes the 
breath that we just took.









Shadorma November, Day 6 (seven days late....)
(...or does that make it six?...)


Quoets for Poets: Camus

I've been re-reading The Myth of Sisyphus again....



"All this is good and I wait for you to continue.  But you tell me 
of an invisible planetary system in which electrons gravitate around a 
nucleus.  You explain this world to me with an image.  I realize then 
that you have been reduced to poetry: I shall never know."

                 --Albert Camus









false face 6 (mirrors of our words)

reflex_ion-13

We are all really just liars.         
Here I am doing it right now,     
being a just liar,
trying to convince you 
how aware I am of 
how little the truth of my life 
can be conveyed 
by the truth of my words,
trying to convince you 
how aware I am of 
how little I can really 
tell you about myself by...well...
telling you about myself,

trying to convince you 
how little I care about 
whether you really know 
who I AM by...well...
telling you more about 
who i am...
just.

Morbidity


(...not that I would know any better than you...opinions are like assholes...
...everybody's got one...here's mine)

Morbidity requires a mind,
someone to mind
or not mind
         what is said                                             
           or not said.

There is no thing 
to be                             
morbid about                                
         
without
an actor to do                              
the being of morbidity,
a mind that can’t bring  
itself to say
“I don’t mind if I don’t,”
a mind that insists
            that
there always be 
some 
          one
to mind.
          
I mean,
if I were to say

“Love eats truth for breakfast
and shits
the blood of the beloved
sweetly into your mouth,”

…in the forest…
			…with no one around…
	…to…
		…hear…
			 …it…,

would you
—could you, really—
mind,   

when love 
and truth
are the only realities

and only 
the trees
are listening?