Bill, I appreciate what you share in response to this poem. What you said
about neighbors is apt for sure :) And linga less!!!
Language may be the inventor of dreams, in advertently :)
Sheila
On Tue, Apr 3, 2018 at 3:20 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> I like the neighbours stanza, Sheila. They seem, neighbours, never so to
> do, be aware that is of their erasing silence. But maybe they think the
> same of us. Our neighbours, blessedly, are only ever temporary however, the
> place being a holiday rental, Linga Longa. We like it best when they linga
> less. Some slice the silence, especially with their casual laughter, so
> apparently unaware of relationships trees have set up between themselves
> and how green space and shade deserve some sort of respect.
>
> As far as dream making language obsolete, I read in Siri Husvedt’s The
> Shaking Woman that it was once felt that dreams are primal visions and
> never represent such things as reading and writing. Not sure about
> language. They seem more drifty motions but I wouldn’t discount language
> being present. I don’t think so anyway. Maybe I’m missing the point.
> Interesting poem anyway.
>
> Cheers,
> Bill
>
> On Tue, 3 Apr 2018 at 3:53 pm, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>
> > *Do I give up on making what I want?*.
> > It is already here. Now to navigate
> > each pilgrimage of thought,
> > where patterns take turns self-disclosing.
> >
> > *Can hibiscus preen without a personality?*
> > I thought so for an hour
> > before you came. Then we had things to cover
> > beyond zeal and yield.
> >
> > *Do the neighbors hear themselves erasing silence?*
> > Maybe they're a mere recording
> > of what will go away,
> > Dreams make language obsolete
> >
> > *How many altitudes can be arranged at first light?*
> > I strive for higher elevation,
> > Stretch to find my pace, to reach
> > a tall and halfway finished place.
> >
> > Sheila E. Murphy
> >
>
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