> This snap borders on the edge of spooky, Peter - on some level, it is so
(etc)
I agree, it's a great poem.
The way it doesn't tell us what to think.
My favourite line is
> > You are cold, you are not cold
On one level that reminds me of all the people who whinge incessantly
about the weather, having nothing better to talk about.
But I also think of how on some days one can care about everything,
to the point of anguish, and on other days, turn numb, turn cold,
care about nothing.
Janet
> > You go along in your usual way
> > Cracking the egg for breakfast
> > Noticing everything
> > Understanding nothing
> > Mail appears through the slot
> > You are cold, you are not cold
> > Things that are impossible to happen, happen
> > You close your eyes, your heart
> > Your mind goes on with a life of it's own
> > Words float by around you
> > But no one is speaking
> > The egg is done, gone
> > You are bewildered
> > You go along in your usual way, anyway
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
"As long as space remains,
as long as sentient beings remain,
until then, may I too remain
and dispel the miseries of the world."
Shantideva
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