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this sadness is for sadness
for where is sadness
but in the wind
or in the clouds
that push the wind
sundered from the voice
that moves life into being?
it is ok to be sad, to rip your thoughts from their meanings, to fall and rest a while on the rocks. on the damp sand, the waves and the sheets of waves. stand there. stand there in the rain wind, its sobs of rain, its beads of screams. stand there and push against the wind, push yourself against it, lean out, out over the rock cliffs facing the image of rock cliffs and don’t speak. speak. yes. trace the lighthouse out across the penumbra of your shadow. leave the sand in your footprints, the broken shells of jettisoned wings beneath you. hurt. cry. lay beneath the sky. the hollow dream that burns faint images of the sun into the ranks of clouds drifting to the east, to the rising of suns and days, to east. to west. love. love there with your hand against your face, your hands, the sand of your palms pressed against the soft skin or textured beard of your face. clasp your mouth and scream. leave. turn your back against the wind, the mad wind, its flecks of spit, its shame. its asia and its doldrums, its whispering horse, Crazy Horse; its pablo neruda, Picasso, its Family of Saltimbanques. turn and face the absence of it. realize the necessity of absence. the absurdity of absence. realize the infinity of absence. realize its essence. come alive. hold out your arms. catch it. you are a sail fading into the east. you are resting on the wind. you are the cloudpusher. you are the word. raise your voice and cry you are the word.
9/3/2005 10:50 pm
Bartender, a round of sadness for all my friends!
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.