Stupefy,Stupefy,Stupefy,Stupefy… That was fun so is this.
Too tired to be witty, to drained to be clever, too many bugs creeping and crawling around lately. I wish I had the time to go into my information spins, but I am unable to at this time. This week blew past me. A roller coaster of chaos I am not even sure how to process all that is splashing around in my mind. I can only take moments and feed my brain with TED-Ed videos. They are nice, calming, soothing, information lovelies to feed my brain in tad bits. (Completely different from tidbits.)
I have to write something because I am starting to get too jumbled and unable to gather any clear thoughts. Possibly, I will have some splendid poetry come out of me at some point. I wish I could finish the story that I have sitting in my brain… I need some music, after these two quickies. I am stuck on language and words today. OK! Words everyday, but language is added to the mix today.
by Marie Ponsot
The place of language is the place between me
and the world of presences I have lost
—complex country, not flat. Its elements free-
float, coherent for luck to come across;
its lines curve as in a mental orrery
implicit with stars in active orbit,
only their slowness or swiftness lost to sense.
The will dissolves here. It becomes the infinite
air of imagination that stirs immense
among losses and leaves me less desolate.
Breathing it I spot a sentence or a name,
a rescuer, charted for recovery,
to speak against the daily sinking flame
& the shrinking waters of the mortal sea.