I was looking for a blog on your Yahoo site called Cat Think, to reference for your recent Bird Think poem. I remember that I liked it, very much. But I can't remember what it said. So I looked for it, but what I found, and it is amazing, really, is this wonderful poem. For you, by you, from me.... ********************************** I think and I think and I think But nothing’s coming out of it
I eat I sleep
I think and I think and I think sometimes I write a word
I put a few words together A few sentences
I think.
I can see the whole universe The past and the future.
there is no end, you know? It never even began, begin, will begin
a thought is a sight You can’t touch it, but it’s there
it’s a thing, and I am a thing.
I hear voices Monster voices, monstrous.
“the question is not If there is life on other worlds, But if there is love Elsewhere than here?” a voice says.
“is there love here?” another voice asks.
“what happens when you hate love?” a third voice asks .
can you hate love? And if so, What does it mean?
love is a bind. Hate is a bind too (of another kind)
is everything a bind Or is there something that’s not?
if you kill love on Earth, Have you killed it for good?
if you kill love, Are you free?
if there was a door you could go through and Step out of the universe, would you…
think about it. Think
why do you keep your eyes closed While little boys and girls dig some deep holes in Congo
to get that precious metal we need for our cell phones and comps So we can grill our mind, our minds
how many minds have you? One? Some people say: We have more than one soul
the soul comes in parts. The good part, the bad part, etc.
I believe in good and bad and evil But not in Good with a big G, or evil with a big E
anytime we try to reach for anything absolute we fool ourselves. There is no perfect circle to search for
no perfect void. No perfect silence.
I hear voices, noises. There is a “eeee” sound that keeps me awake.
they say the Sun is singing, but we can’t hear it, we don’t, shortly after birth, we lose it
I’ve lost it. I’ve lost it.
Among men I am a man Among dogs I am a dog Among trees I am a tree Among the dead I am dead
but who is I? “I am the whole universe.”
among stars I am a star among criminals I am a criminal among tears I am a tear among ships I am a ship
now tell me Where are we going to?
what sea? The sea of Saints.
one day We’ll sit together And talk.
I’ll tell you this: I think and I think and I think, And nothing is coming out of it.
the nothing. You know?
the opposite of Everything
by the way, The price for fresh figs is about one dollar a kilo, these days.
maybe one can love love And love that they are loving love.
he he he ho ho ho ********* Amazing find, don't you think? A treasure. :) deB
The Illusion. I like this work better than the hand. !! It reminds me EXACTLY of what I was thinking as I was leaving work today. I was thinking that my face is a veil. It is a physical thing that separates me, the very essence of me and everything I am thinking and feeling and being -- it hangs there, my face, like a curtain to the world. It shows me coping, excelling, surviving, whatever. And I was thinking, just today, just hours ago as I left the office, that "they don't know, they don't have any idea what I am feeling inside". "Do you think," I asked myself, "that anybody knows how much I wanted to cry today? Does it show?" I think not. Faces are the perfect stage, and the curtain in front of the face parts to show only the act. The veil, so visible in this work of art, the veil is always, always there. And that, my friend, is what I was thinking about as I left the office today. I didn't cry. At least not outside the veil.
In this work, there is not a veil hanging in front of a face. There is a person hiding behind a veil.
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Oh, how cool! Thanks for the pic.
ReplyDeleteI was looking for a blog on your Yahoo site called Cat Think, to reference for your recent Bird Think poem. I remember that I liked it, very much. But I can't remember what it said. So I looked for it, but what I found, and it is amazing, really, is this wonderful poem. For you, by you, from me....
**********************************
I think and I think and I think
But nothing’s coming out of it
I eat
I sleep
I think and I think and I think
sometimes I write a word
I put a few words together
A few sentences
I think.
I can see the whole universe
The past and the future.
there is no end, you know?
It never even began, begin, will begin
a thought is a sight
You can’t touch it, but it’s there
it’s a thing,
and I am a thing.
I hear voices
Monster voices, monstrous.
“the question is not
If there is life on other worlds,
But if there is love
Elsewhere than here?” a voice says.
“is there love here?” another voice asks.
“what happens when you hate love?” a third voice asks .
can you hate love? And if so,
What does it mean?
love is a bind.
Hate is a bind too (of another kind)
is everything a bind
Or is there something that’s not?
if you kill love on Earth,
Have you killed it for good?
if you kill love,
Are you free?
if there was a door you could go through and
Step out of the universe, would you…
think about it.
Think
why do you keep your eyes closed
While little boys and girls dig some deep holes in Congo
to get that precious metal we need for our cell phones and comps
So we can grill our mind, our minds
how many minds have you? One?
Some people say: We have more than one soul
the soul comes in parts.
The good part, the bad part, etc.
I believe in good and bad and evil
But not in Good with a big G, or evil with a big E
anytime we try to reach for anything absolute we fool ourselves.
There is no perfect circle to search for
no perfect void.
No perfect silence.
I hear voices, noises.
There is a “eeee” sound that keeps me awake.
they say the Sun is singing,
but we can’t hear it, we don’t, shortly after birth, we lose it
I’ve lost it.
I’ve lost it.
Among men I am a man
Among dogs I am a dog
Among trees I am a tree
Among the dead I am dead
but who is I?
“I am the whole universe.”
among stars I am a star
among criminals I am a criminal
among tears I am a tear
among ships I am a ship
now tell me
Where are we going to?
what sea?
The sea of Saints.
one day
We’ll sit together
And talk.
I’ll tell you this:
I think and I think and I think,
And nothing is coming out of it.
the nothing.
You know?
the opposite of
Everything
by the way,
The price for fresh figs is about one dollar a kilo, these days.
maybe one can love love
And love that they are loving love.
he he he
ho ho ho
*********
Amazing find, don't you think?
A treasure.
:)
deB
thank you :-)
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ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful sculpture! The cardinal lady's babies are growing! Fascinating times!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments. The picture of another one of Bouganov's works can be seen here, on Palestrique :
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The Illusion. I like this work better than the hand. !! It reminds me EXACTLY of what I was thinking as I was leaving work today. I was thinking that my face is a veil. It is a physical thing that separates me, the very essence of me and everything I am thinking and feeling and being -- it hangs there, my face, like a curtain to the world. It shows me coping, excelling, surviving, whatever. And I was thinking, just today, just hours ago as I left the office, that "they don't know, they don't have any idea what I am feeling inside". "Do you think," I asked myself, "that anybody knows how much I wanted to cry today? Does it show?" I think not. Faces are the perfect stage, and the curtain in front of the face parts to show only the act. The veil, so visible in this work of art, the veil is always, always there. And that, my friend, is what I was thinking about as I left the office today. I didn't cry. At least not outside the veil.
ReplyDeleteIn this work, there is not a veil hanging in front of a face. There is a person hiding behind a veil.
Wonderful. Thanks.
deB
//It reminds me EXACTLY of what I was thinking//
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that happened, because that's "blog magic" as I like it.
By the way, there seem to be a problem with the blog's comments' feed, because I can't get the "Recent Comments" widget to work as it used to.
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