The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
|Vacuity is an amazing little word when one considers that nature abhors a vacuum and outer space is a virtual vacuum. The concept is complicated enough to maintain a boiling thought in one's mental thermos for quite some time. The quoted lines are ones I very much admire, and I am pleased to run into them again after a long absence.
Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
“Some one frames upon the keys
That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
The night and moonshine; music which we seize
To body forth our own vacuity.”
-- 'Conversation Galante'
"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."
An angst that has never ceased to haunt us ???
A poetry that has its life in its resonances, most certainly.
A poetry that compels reflection.
a picture, I'll stick it up here for whatever it means:
"Looking into the heart of light, the silence."
// existential angst ? //
Memento Mori: Existentialism, The Waste Land and Rosencrantz
From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>;
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Subject: Prufrock and Other Observations: ruminations
Sent: Sat, Jul 14, 2012 3:58:13 PM