Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

July 14, 2012

C L I P

Filed under: fragments, poetry, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 11:19 am

 

 

 

 

“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.” ― Wendell Berry
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                     C  L  I  P
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I’ve dreamt  and forget..

I only kept

One excerpt, one clip

I took back

Here to look back to

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You could see down

To two  in the water,

Not drowned.

You could see that down there

That they were freely moving.

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Y’see

We ride out on

That river of grasses,

That  for a while now

Made for miles

Between us.

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We’d ride out on

The one door, the one

We always want open

We’d ride one door

Still open

Wide to a wide world.

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