Shut your
eyes. Stop
your ears
with wax.
They dis-
appear,
the ghosts
whom you
know not
whether
to fear
or be-
come one
of. Shh.
Listen
by not
listen-
ing. Slow
the pulse
of the
world. You
can, real-
ly. Sharp-
en your
focus
on a
leaf in
the rain.
Cover
yourself
beneath
it. The
only
true art
is blood
thirsty.
Become
the change
you want
to see
in your
self. Call
it art.
Destroy
it when
it’s no
longer
timely.
Then your
eyes can
open.
Something about the maxim-nature of this poem works very nicely with the short, halting lines. I think if they were long lines it would become pedantic. well done.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem down to Shh...and the very end from "Destroy" on. I get lost in the middle with the "true statements"
very very cool
What are you a yoga teacher now?
ReplyDeletedid the true statements actually come across as if i wanted them to be true? then this needs reworked.
ReplyDeleteah, yes--i didnt catch any irony
ReplyDeletethere was definitely a moment of recognition with 'Become / the change' that then made me realize that you are not, in fact, teaching yoga.
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you'd be a great yoga teacher, you have such a soothing voice, tim.
ReplyDeleteTim - I wonder if you put the bits about the leaves after "Become the change you want to see in yourself." I love the bits about the leaves as they seem to me the most poignant way to get the point across, but I also wonder if putting them after the "become" part would allow them to take on a bit more of the ironic tone you wanted - possibly in a funny way?
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