| Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 11:45 pm (no subject) |
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For Aurora: A faux poetic response to the statement
"So I'm never alone, but I'm always lonely."
So there is this poet right?
ee something right
yeah, this ee cummings guy, doesn't right a poem like it should be written
well, I was in class on day and we get this poem of his
and it doesn't make any sense, and you are just confused
and then you see the ones, and you figure out there is the word a leaf, right?
yeah yeah, right right
anyways, you figure out this thing is saying "a leaf falls in loneliness," right?
yeah yeah, right right
and I go "that's us" you know? That is what we are doing.
Just falling to the ground to die. kind of sad
you get this look in the eye where you are just thinking about the ground
and I am walking home my heads down and my hands are in my pocket
everything is cold right? Just wind chill or something, just fucking cold
something shakes in the trees: bat, squirrel, bird, ferret I don't know
I look to see and what do I see?
A leaf? Right?
Fuckin A! A leaf. Falling to the ground, and you know what? I smiled. For some reason I smiled.
It was beautiful you know, it floated down, graceful, like a dancer, to think something could dance to its death
It makes me think to myself "maybe it isn't so sad if somebody is watching" and I think maybe I just found god,
but not even that, to just have somebody watch, somebody know as I sea-saw and twirl my way to the end
to have somebody know it looked as it should look, to have it be beautiful, I may just be willing to be a leaf in the fall, right?
wouldn't be so alone, right?
Exactly! wouldn't be so alone. and thats what I want to tell her, that's what I want her to know.
Just "I see you, I know you are falling by yourself" and I couldn't ask for a more priviledged sight
I wouldn't ask, seeing her seeing me, it is no longer the poem, it isn't just waxing and waning poetics
it is conversation, it's language
life, right?
Right! We fall in loneliness, but we live together
I'm looking at her
she is looking at me
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