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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Looking For Silence Like The Other Wing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looking for silence like the other wing <br>of what I've got to say, landscaping with meteors, <br>or the planet having a face lift, some of the words<br>have echoes and some of them proper names, <br>and a few still homesick for their prison cells, <br>I keep painting on the white noise of the world. <br>I keep writing like a wolf in the fleece <br>of a shepherd moon with a secret life of water.<br>Scofflaw, a poet, driven into the wilderness <br>to listen to the voices of disembodied messiahs, <br>kings of the waxing year, flesh stripped from their bones <br>like desert shipwrecks waiting for <br>the providential tide of their tears to return. <br>God particles that got in their eyes like sand. <br>I hear them gnawing on their bones like calendars at night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I've said it in a flash of demonic indifference<br>trying to pretend they were listening immaculately <br>and I was compassionate, as soon as you give <br>your fulsome assent to a few simple things <br>you turn into a test of what you refuse to let go of, <br>as if you were always faith-wrestling with rattlesnakes <br>you establish a church of denial that will stone you to death.<br>You save your soul but you render your flesh expendable.<br>This for That. Betelgeuse for Aldebaran. <br>How to read a starmap like the Wall Street Journal.<br>The optical illusion of a bifurcated consciousness, <br>loss and gain, but the viper can swim across quicksand <br>as if it were all one wavelength, the Egyptian glyph <br>for intelligence that hasn't been wounded by the heart <br>and spiritually materialized into a path to follow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do as the wind does with your mind and eyes. Let go.<br>Blow the stars off your windowsills, treat all holy books <br>as if they were trees and let go of their leaves in the fall.<br>There's always a few jewels of insight in a gossip column<br>but most of it's rut, rant, and judgement, dream gossip <br>and slaughter, history with an expiry date. <br>There's always going to be some demi-god somewhere <br>asking you for your fingerprints like a paranoid magician. <br>Kick the skulls off your stairs like last Halloween's pumpkins<br>and start acting like you're in the world and of it. <br>Break the neck of the hourglass of heaven and hell <br>and let time pour out of your cells like exorcised mirages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illusions are like rats and seagulls and insects. They thrive. <br>No more than the night, is life a reward. Water <br>doesn't live its whole life fearing the indelible<br>like a wavelength of its own immutable mindstream.<br>There's no big sky blueprint behind why you're alive. <br>No circus tent covers your foolishness.<br>And you're not here to answer for everything else.</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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of what I've got to say, landscaping with meteors, 
or the planet having a face lift, some of the words
have echoes and some of them proper names, 
and a few still homesick for their prison cells, 
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