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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476455" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All The Duff And Detritus Of Meaning In My Head</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the duff and detritus of meaning in my head. <br>Turmoil of celestial sediments in a tormented creekbed<br>of starmud. Images and symbols, glimpses and insights, <br>effluvia of indelible impressions that focus <br>a whole lifetime into a locket of tears, mingling <br>in the waters of life like the tributary of a deeper feeling <br>entering my mindstream like a first violin <br>in a symphony of picture-music conducted<br>by the silence of owls with blood on their talons <br>singing Allah hu, Allah hu, Allah hu under their breath <br>like a Sufi dancing like the axis of a galactic umbrella <br>at the crossroads of enlightenment and extinction. I don't mean <br>to be thematic about all this. It's more a synthesis <br>of happenstantial contradictions and random nuances <br>in a matrix of suggestive wavelengths having sex <br>in a lunar snakepit like a triple x porn flick <br>wasted on a blind prophet who had already seen too much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sting of the most beautiful sorrows <br>ages like wine in the catacombs of your heartwood<br>if you let it sleep a long time like a passage of poetry <br>you never understood, but could taste its hidden harmony <br>as if you were drinking life straight out of your skull. <br>A rapture in the absence that lingers like a ghost of smoke <br>on a bridge that burnt a long time ago, <br>where it hopes to meet you again, though it knows <br>it can't, the timing of our departures less crucial <br>than the content of our arrivals. The stars <br>pale in the dawn. Venus in Virgo. And the Pleiades. <br>Funny how we try to hang on to what we've already let go of. <br>So many lovers, friends, intriguing enemies, gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream figures that didn't wake up with us <br>in the same surrealistic play of dark energies we did.<br>Farewell is always the shadow of a sad hope <br>standing in the doorway staring out <br>into the terrible emptiness of threshed fields in autumn, <br>weeping like a watercolour in the rain <br>back into the river we drew it from. And the wisdom <br>that comes like an afterlife, meagre consolation <br>for the excruciating transformations we endure <br>to adapt a little happiness to it like an exile on foreign soil.<br>I spread bread crumbs on the snow for the birds. <br>I hang meat on the clothesline for the wolves <br>when winter turns against everything that lives. <br>I wrap burlap on the roots of the rose the way <br>I used to bundle the scarf of my daughter <br>on her way to school when her breath <br>was a wraith on the air of a dispossessed exorcism<br>yet to come, and I would be the one she disposed of<br>as if the parents, not the children, were hostages to fortune. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So be it. Walk on. Bite the bullet. Swallow the loss.<br>Look at it through the eyes of an experienced star <br>speculating on what all the light comes to in the end.<br>What it all amounts to when the shining itself <br>must bud and bloom and fall. I love like a mammal <br>but I grieve like a reptile. I don't show any feeling at all. <br>My blood returns to absolute zero. Entropy <br>as a kind of self-defence. I whip the air with my tongue <br>like lightning for some real or imagined offence.<br>By day, I scrounge for the sun on the rock of my skull. <br>By night, I wait for comets and meteors down by the river<br>like the eclipse of an advent calendar marked for extinction. <br>I can blaze like a dragon sage. But I live in a coma<br>like a neuron star upstaged by a comedic deathmask <br>and my mind is leaking out like anti-freeze through my hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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Turmoil of celestial sediments in a tormented creekbed
of starmud. Images and symbols, glimpses and insights, 
effluvia of indelible impressions that focus 
a whole lifetime into a locket of tears,..."></div>
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