Category Archives: Blondin

SILENCE

Opiates heal,applying a chemical bellowsto the Vital Heat,a golden silence.At what cost!Matchstick limbs out of AuschwitzFever-bright eyesSuch sweet poison! Music heals.Early music;Greek Olympian music.Clusters of notes with open phrasingdancing on the surface of the Voidand tumbling endlessly in.Leaving no trace. … Continue reading

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RIGHT VIEW

In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading

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FORK IN THE ROAD

When you throw yourselfdown from the top of high mountains,the Earth does not take youinto her armsand comfort you. When you kneeland kiss the ground,the Earth does not praiseyour humility. It is for this reasonthat she is called‘The Great Mother’. … Continue reading

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CHRIST SAID

Christ said:“Give it all awayand follow Me.”They even saythat’s what he saidand praise it,get their children spiritually fed(and then erase it.) “If the spirit calls you, Go!”they say,and, as you’re on your way,“Hey!It’s only a metaphor you know!Come back!Let’s talk … Continue reading

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LISTEN

What is that sound?Like the trailing of a fanthrough a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of airruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwindwhich will strip those leaves from their treesand wrench the trees from the hillsideand blast … Continue reading

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GOING OUT THERE IS NO OTHER

Going out there is no othercoming back there is no tracethough one journey on foreverstill the mind is its own place. Still erecting fences facing(still incorporating doors)still vast nothingness embracing(and declining ‘mine’ and ‘yours’). Still the sun in silent splendoursmiles … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading

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