knowledgeable
All these things around me,
all these thoughts within me,
so much classical weight:
I feel the need to lighten, leave
it at the door, and head
out for the territories. Here,
there’s only empty space and spark
for something greater than a formal
exercise in wit. There’s wisdom
in a single grain of sand
much deeper than a metaphor
for Pan. An emptiness that’s full
of feeling and so thankfully
devoid of thought. No verbs are needed
when it’s clear that all the world’s
a verb, and objects are subjective
to the following. Know this:
there’s nothing to be known.
Son Rivers 2008
A DIFFERENT FOURTH OF JULY
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I have looked for a suitable poem for the 4th of July this year. I examined
several old examples. All the while, however, there was a very unpleasant
feeli...
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