…
“And still skating by the concept
Vicarious assimilation of life
Lingering ephemeral
Thine eyes reflect my self obsession
My awkward silent hues
A forced epitome for structures’ sake
Evoked in concept ghosts of dreams
Shrieking underground
And losing sense of delineated time
To abandon (her/sense/time)
Is the commission of suicide
I’ve no reason to believe
But enjoy the life of night
Its ringing
And ringing”*
… and ringing louder still in the silence of a moment
crossing worlds. Philosophie the
flittering trivial nonsense that you’ve abolished in the want of things. In authenticity, strung to the values of a
waste. The power of the people
contained in our aspirations.
But in the language is an emancipation of this people’s
strength. A backdrop of silence the
impotency of word as in legal confrontation.
All a veil of poetry. We must
rather measure our translation as a silence filling sound. Overcoming the gods of sense and their
superstitious ruse that confines our language to our written codes…
Again…
“I do believe
That in the pit the darkest core
Of western rationality
Is the quiet of the eastern shore”**
… the dissolution of corporate personhood an incessant
reiteration, that is both legally defined and culturally incorporated in the
language of a free people, as if freedom were too much to bear, too light to
grasp.
Alas, we must not be cowards when we make our lace to the
airs of our externalized humanity.
Rather, we must persistently embrace new life… bien, bien… à bientôt.
*Excerpted from Tango
de la Materia, Copyright © 2011 Jason
Greendyk
**Excerpted from Šariš, Copyright © 2011 Jason GreendykJason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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