Monday, April 11, 2011

To the one that mimics: An attempt to trace out the poetic drift of self re-discovery

"I went on to discover that in its deepest sense, the will is not primarily the faculty of desire for anything known, but rather, the desire for something unknown, animate desire for something that lies beyond ourselves, a longing for something we know is missing in us..."
 --Bernadette Roberts


"The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart."  
 --Julien Green





This is how passion deals with passion,
the art of pleasing one’s self where a fruit
after a flood of joy
was memory’s
most embraced.
When words failed
to express the mainspring
of a thing…the core of which
books must be read
in the Library of Absence…
O the sweetness of a conversation…
Two worlds collide as one
and one as many as you could have them all counted
however brief is the moment
leaving marks
enough to dull your senses
but only when
it has gotten deeper
somehow awakens…
This is how you dealt with me….

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