I have to say that I am disconnected from my verses. I write the ends of stories in my mind, the perfect title, that perfect phrase, the perfect plagiarist cataclysm in repose. But my words are just that, words that stand alone. That cataclysms can happen and yet words remain the same: individual, solitary, lone reeds unstrung. Not made into sentences, deprived of their rightful word families.
And I think sentences are like ducks, letters of the alphabet strictly following the initial, elder letter in a pool of charted, official grammer. One little alphabet falling out of place sacrifices the meaning of our speech, our writing, all that we hold dear!
I am sorry to say, my language was all invested in that little duckling that couldn’t keep up.
In some versions of the story, the little duckling that could not keep up….went on to become a Swan
By: Mind Freak on August 29, 2007
at 10:45 pm
The words were falling,
falling from afar,
as though a distant alphabet
died above us -
Falling with reluctance,
with denial in their prose.
At night, the hard earth falls,
further than words in all their solitude.
This word falls; this one too.
It’s in them all.
- This should be Rilke. But I took a mercenary liberty with his verse. It’s about leaves and Autumn – and it is in German. At any rate, he’s dead. And with posthumous fame, I don’t think he’s rolling about doing anything. You get the point. Salam from the mother of continents.
By: Abu Yup on September 1, 2007
at 2:49 pm
but i love this metaphor of a waddle of letters playing follow the leader, because that’s the only one they know.
that said: the trailing letter, the duckling that appears to give up but is really just slowing down to ponder the implications of its own reflection – that’s the most interesting duckling of them all, isn’t it? and now i am echoing popular rhetoric about the innate desirability of individuality. but that duckling, which may or not become a swan, is the one who writes its own stories, not the one that contributes a letter here and a squawk there to the prevailing narrative.
By: fathima on September 2, 2007
at 11:37 pm