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. . .rabbi abraham joshua heschel suggests "Wonder rather than doubt is the root of all knowledge.". . .
ES WAR ERDE IN IHNEN, und sie gruben. (paul celan from die niemandsrose/the noonesrose)
ES WAR ERDE IN IHNEN, und sie gruben.Sie gruben und gruben, so ging ihr Tag dahin, ihre Nacht. Und sie lobten nicht Gott, der, so hörten sie, alles dies wollte, der, so hörten sie, alles dies wusste.
Sie gruben und hörten nichts mehr; sie wurden nicht weise, erfanden kein Lied, erdachten sich keinerlei Sprache. Sie gruben.
Es kam eine Stille, es kam auch ein Sturm, es kamen die Meere alle. Ich grabe, du gräbst, und es gräbt auch der Wurm, und das Singende dort sagt: Sie graben.
O einer, o keiner, o niemand, o du: Wohin gings, da's nirgendhin ging? O du gräbst und ich grab, und ich grab mich dir zu, und am Finger erwacht uns der Ring.
THERE WAS EARTH INSIDE THEM, and they dug.They dug and dug, and so their day went past, their night. And they did not praise God, who, so they heard, wanted all this, who, so they heard, witnessed all this.
They dug and heard nothing more; they did not grow wise, invented no song, devised for themselves no sort of language. They dug.
There came a stillness then, came also storm, all of the oceans came. I dig, you dig, and it digs too, the worm, and the singing there says: They dig.
O one, o none, o no one, o you: Where did it go then, making for nowhere? O you dig and I dig, and I dig through to you, and the ring on our finger awakens.
THERE WAS EARTH IN THEM, and they dug.
They dug and dug, so passed their day away, their night. And they praised not God, who, as they heard, wished all this, who, as they heard, knew all this.
They dug and heard no more; they became not wise, made up no song, devised no kind of tongue for themselves. They dug.
There came a stillness, and there came a storm, there came the oceans all. I dig, you dig, and so too dig the worm, and the singing there means: I dig.
O one, O none, O nobody, you: Where to go, with nowhere to go? O you dig and I dig, and I dig unto you, and a-finger awakens us the ring.
and the moon swims in a bluish bubble dimmed

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'Silences. Not the silences between notes of music, or the
silences of a sleeping animal, or the calm of a glassy
surfaced river witnessing the outstretched wings of a
heron. Not the silence of an emptied mind. But this
other silence. That silence which can feel like a
scream, in which there is no peace. The grim silence between
two lovers who are quarreling. The painful silence of
the one with tears in her eyes who will not cry. The
cry of the child who knows she will not be heard. The
silence of a whole people who have been massacred. Of a
whole sex made mute, or not educated to speech. The
silence of a mind afraid to admit the truth to itself.
This is the silence the poet dreads.'

- Susan Griffin, from Thoughts on Writing: A Diary

My Blog

cultivation

january 11, 2008i believe in cultivationa slow simmerbetween bringing to bearand being broughtsomething developing,a new familiarity, forever made new.how is it our own making?the richness of time as ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 11:19:00 GMT

make whole what has been smashed

listening to partita no. 2 in d minor- ciacconathe solo violin splintering.i imagine the player in an empty cathedral, a damp basement, an empty rooftop standing against the vast and dark night sky. t...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:26:00 GMT

goes by faraway

'...if your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 14:03:00 GMT

on point . . .

a horoscope by a person i have known.Venus In Scorpio: Pressure Point Massage Which brings us to Venus, who leaves the high-minded confines of Libra this Wednesday and enters the Scorpionic tunne...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:51:00 GMT

in receipt

i have received your numerous crisp white envelopes, filled with air,addressed to my name, in indigo ink. addressed, no return.i have taken many ashen papers,strewn them about my wooden floor,curled m...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 01:47:00 GMT

(on) silence please

i have been working on themes related to/surrounding this question:'what does silence look like?'i was just curious about how you respond to this question and would like to use your responses as a col...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 22:47:00 GMT

sorrow and stagnancy

today is friday and my week has been long, drawn-out, tiring. i wake every morning at six am to hoist myself upon a bus to cross the city to sit at a desk to make some money to support myself to... th...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Oct 2005 13:26:00 GMT

dissonance/consonance/dissonance

an expectation is built on something had. it's a chain link in events. it's predicting an unresolved yet suggested pattern. it's likely occurence. can we ever jump to unlikely? all ac...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jan 2005 12:59:00 GMT

bitter's way

01.17.2005 these old matriarchs of bitter's way stand softly stoic, comic, in the lifting of night's darkness. padded against winter's chill, wound in woolen scarves and quilts of coats,...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Jan 2005 13:36:00 GMT

newness ever ever

just a brief insertion. a few words to toss into the waves of cyberspace. miraculous if they are found. create just to create. (and don't mind if you are never found.) "every conjunction is a g...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jan 2005 12:10:00 GMT