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

December 27, 2016

From author Jim Crace’s “Quarantine”

Filed under: fragments, prose, visions — Tags: , , , — namelessneed @ 5:40 pm

“After his boyhood years of study at the temple school, steadying the scroffs and holding down the parchments beneath the pointing fingers of the priest, Jesus had learned to match up some of these Aramaic shapes to sounds–the little candelabra of the letter sha, the lightening strike of enn, the falling plough sign of the kaoh. He liked the places on these parchments where scribes were changed. The one who’d stitched his way across the page with wary, threadlike marks passed on his verses to the playful and untidy  one who led his muddy sparrows leave their tracks in undulating lines. Then came the scribe whose writing always toppled backwards, as if the meanings to the words were riding faster than the shapes which soon would fall on to their spines.

“This was a happy ignorance for jesus, only knowing a dozen words amongst so many thousands. He would not want to read as easily as scholars, he told himself, for that would only help to split the meaning from the sound, to divorce the music from the shape. If he could read like his priest could, by simply dragging the forefinger underneath the script and speaking every word he touched as if these were not verses but an endless rote of errands to be run, then the scriptures might become little more than strings of tiny tasks, a list. There’d be no mystery. But in his ignorance, he could both listen to the words of the reader and marvel, too, at the unspoken narrative of shapes, or concentrate not only on the script but also on the spaces in between. God was in the spaces, he was sure. God went to the very edges of the page.”

Author Jim Crace, from “Quarantine”

April 11, 2014

SHADOWS

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As paralyzed,

I beseech to reach to you

As I had to shade my eyes

I been open and shut to you

(She’s out & out shut out to me)

.

.As soon as I realized

I became a flame to you

As I had manhandled a candle

Our flicker likes to go to shadows

(we’re far & away too far & away)

 

 

  

 

 

February 14, 2014

It’s A Heart Day (take a token)

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Of  me

They’ve looked & lived love, y’see,

To me, Today, maybe

I haven’t the heart

For Hearts Day

I don’t maybe

Heart Hearts dDay

Deemed a day to

Dare to   declare

Chambres de la coeur

Hell, I tell them

“I love you”  nightly

& rightly so I go,

I up and go

Handstamp my name

at the bottom of some

Damp & dreary card rhyme

Not my own this time

And everyone knows 

Even one rose

And dark chocolates

Give rise to beauty

So I give duty

To give tokens to take

Of what’s already spoken

What’s already here a joke to take.