Eternity imprinted in the spiraling twist
Heritage of pain and love
Your unique expression
Dark flowers in winter
Half glimpsed illuminations
Survivor of the crucible
Soul polished by hard rock
The patterns the same
Look closely
Deep into the variegated petals
The glory of its art revealed
Yes, mother, I will seek to understand
You have given me sight-
Breath-
A living heart…
Here is the writer who with all his heart and soul, with his art, in anguish and travail offers nourishment – there is the reader who’ll have none of it, and if he wants, it’s only in passing, offhandedly, until the phone rings. Life’s trivia are your undoing. You are like a man who has challenged a dragon to a fight but will be yapped into a corner by a little dog. from Ferdydurke
I’m an Executive Director with a doctorate in education, a consultant, painter, photographer, composer, poet, and vocalist.
Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it… Language as a whole gives everyone the same power of becoming an absolute subject through its exercise. But gender, an element of language, works upon this ontological fact to annul it as far as women are concerned and corresponds to a constant attempt to strip them of the most precious thing for a human being – subjectivity. Gender is an ontological impossibility because it tries to accomplish the division of Being. But Being is not divided. God or Man as being are One and whole. So what is this divided Being introduced into language through gender? It is an impossible Being, it is a Being that does not exist, an ontological joke, a conceptual maneuver to wrest from women what belongs to them by right: conceiving of oneself as a total subject through the exercise of language. The result of the imposition of gender, acting as a denial at the very moment when one speaks, is to deprive women of the authority of speech, and to force them to make their entrance in a crablike way, particularizing themselves and apologizing profusely. The result is to deny them any claim to the abstract, philosophical, political discourses that give shape to the social body. Gender then must be destroyed. The possibility of its destruction is given through the very exercise of language. For each time I say ‘I’ I reorganize the world from my point of view and through abstraction I lay claim to universality. This fact holds true for every locutor.
All the things that really matter to us are impossible…Writing poetry is impossible. I don’t know how to write a poem. A poem – there has to be a part of it that is not my own will; it comes from somewhere that I don’t know. There is so much that comes out of what we don’t know and what we don’t have any control over. I think that one of the only things we can learn as we get older is a certain humility. – from Doing the Impossible
Chromapoetica
way to go.
thanks ..
“Dark flowers in winter” I love this line absolutely stunning poem. Well-deserved award! Thank you so much for the nomination =)
Thank you and you’re welcome!
Another one that will keep my neurons firing for a while! Great work and congratulations on the award!
Thank you, you too!
Please join poetry potluck week 42 today,
Feel free to submit random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.
Cheers.
Happy Tuesday.
appreciate your input.
love your talent shown here.
xoxox