xxxxi - about the cosmic cliche' or

 
 

xxxxi

the angel number so they say

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about the cosmic cliché

or

the suffering of success

or

there is no such except

they say

you should say the thing you’re scared to say

because that is the sharing that speaks in the voice of courage

hurray!

unsaid

is the kinder you are

the more you’re afraid to say

as if you’re bad inside

because fear and courage are not the whole of it

they are just nice things

galloping on their success

whatever that means

is a way

or way off

because there is a way to say

it

and then for the sayer

hooray

we will listen for us

left unsaying

for what is said



what they mean is to speak in a way we cannot say

what they mean is to speak

in a way we cannot say

impotent (whispers the magic of words makes our sadness a fecund mind)

when we need the words to speak for us

neither knew no words were eithers

or everyone’s

or else our ego’s follow

indicating inauthentic

or worse

the authentic indicator

or both



are you keeping up with this?

(what it says in you,

you are saying)



and here you’ll assume

you know you’re right

to judge the either

with your own authentic you

and maybe you’ll start to say

what you see everyone else isn’t saying

or can’t say

or maybe like us

they don’t have anything

until there’s something

such is our desperation

that desperation is the condition to flourish cherishing



like blood on the wall

or an unwanted love

or a stunning sense of beauty

or an embarrassed hatred

or an empty stomach

or a barren womb

or a work done well

or a washing revelation

or a union of divisions

or a grey sunny day

or a steak for a dog

or the extinction of species

or the death of a wonderful thought

or the felling of ancient trees

or the birth of dread in a child

or the love that keeps us waking

or the habit of our said



creation comes in the shape of before we can say

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even putting down these first few words makes me aware of an emerging rhythm, a pattern of repetition, and consequently of an attention to what has been written that will tell me what to write, as if the first few words were seeds already intending the plant they would become, as if they were anticipating the earth they would occupy and own, if not adorn, the nettles they would form, the allergies they would eventually exacerbate. that is: the sentence seeks its fulfilling form.

William Gass