His gaze, going past those bars, has got so misted
with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
He feels as though a thousand bars existed,
and no more world beyond them than before.Those supply powerful paddings, turning there
in tiniest of circles, well might be
the dance of forces round a centre where
some mighty will stands paralyticly.Just now and then the pupils' noiseless shutter
is lifted. - Then an image will indart,
down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,
and end its being in the heart.(The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke)“In the beginning is the scream†not words, not an intelligible articulation of dissent, simply the scream. The scream is a “rejection of a world that we feel to be wrong, negation of a world we feel to be negative†.
(John Holloway)..
