From time out of mind I have known you. Even when out of time, out of mind. Listen. The darkened conversation of the crows in the early morning light. Look out, and out, from your window. There. Perfectly framed by your gaze, but the wrong side of your eyes. The harem of your mind.
Crow, Platonic crow, said: It is the object of desire that makes that which is desired desirable. It magnetically draws you to itself, like a carrion crow is drawn to death.
But that cannot be, said crow, Romantic crow. It is the desire of the lover that makes the loved one the beloved. It is like the raven that is compelled to find his place, his rookery; at once origin and destiny, Spring and Winter.
Even when drunk you were never lost; even when sober, never found. The blurred image of the unfaithful one comes to you in sad times. Paint her image on silk. Still it fades. In this wisp of a life what else can you see but a burning, quivering flame? The puzzle, the enigma of her being, are nothing but pieces of your mind.
For there’s a limit to gazing.
And the gazed-at world
Wants to blossom in love.
---Rilke.
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11 comments:
this is another one of your mesmerizing posts, b. i'd like so much to make another one of my silly jokes, but i cannot...
oh, and that delightful conversation of the two crows, how about you make another post enlarging it? the baroque crow wants to speak as well, for ex...
and i love these lines: Perfectly framed by your gaze, but the wrong side of your eyes. The harem of your mind.
(even if i don't get them, they are so weird :-)
I liked the last two posts as well. b, it sounds like you were talking to r in this one. The blurred images, and the silk and some of her words. But, what do I know. No need to explain. I just enjoy reading and rereading. Hope your day is going well.
fl :)
fl, er..not quite. Some of the words were yours and some I imagine Roxana thinking.
Also, this was a response to Jacky's post ('out of sight' and her blurred images...see the link , 'A dark glass')...whence: out of mind (as in: out of sight, out of mind).
yep, the day is going well so far: hash browns and scrambled eggs, sausages and turkey bacon (halal, of course)then some good , strong coffee.
now: not so good: grading and other rubbish stuff...and that too when I've just got my salter book in: 'A sport and a pastime'.
Hmm..anyways.
and you?
what are you up to today?
b.
thank you, roxana. "another joke"? did I miss something here?
okay, here's one for both of you: what do Winnie the pooh and Alexander the great have in common?
oh yes, should add...if either of you wants to add to that post please feel free to do so..I'll add it on later.
b.
Oh well b, that was my very best guess. Mysterious as always. As far as your riddle, the best I could come up with was they both had equine friends. Alexander with his cloven-hoofed black one (what was his name---something -cephelus...?), and Winnie with his sad stitched up Eyeore.
Or...they were both male. They were both lactose intolerant? (It's possible) No....they were both reluctant heros. Uncle...I give up.
Well, let roxana wake up and then all will be revealed !
hi ! ;-)
ahahah,
fl, it seems you get the same revelation from time to time, that b is writing about me, or related to me - i suppose i am that 'r', no? and you make me float a little in that joy, that perhaps it is true, then b comes and destroys everything, revealing his true and dark and blurred and mysterious ways :-) well not completely, just a little...
b, hi :-) are you having fun? but how should i know this answer?! i mean, just because i was Alexander's beloved in a previous life, this doesn't make me omniscient (here is another of those difficult academic words for you :-P). winnie the pooh was not born back then, and i haven't had the pleasure to grow up with her/him (?) in this actual life of mine either, they didn't allow winnie in communist Romania...
Oh, that's why I hate those Communists! No sense of fun!
Well, since you both give up I'll tell you:
They have the same middle name!
Now, ladies, a bit less of your conspiracy theories and "revelations" lol :-)
oh, that was another one of your lame jokes, b!
i am sorry if we have embarrassed you, i only meant to say that i would be very happy if my images or texts could have inspired your wonderful posts, as fl seems to have believed... and i am not flattering you, you know i have always told you you should write - and especially children stuff :-) (sorry, not love poems, no :-). but really, you would be great at that.
ha-ha It's always the obvious answers that are overlooked.
Destroys, yes. And no. I think we have to make a little investment in what he says, for it to then be destroyed. I've learned that lesson. Now, one must read his posts with complete detachment.
Reminds me of when I was using the bathroom in Rome...the bathroom was for men & women. Bizarre. At any rate, a couple was having a raging fight...right there, while I was trying to use the toilet. But, I found it strangely fascinating, listen to words that meant nothing to my ears. But, hearing the tone. And having some sense of what they were discussing.
But, see, I think b speaks in code. Isn't all language? It's the understanding. And all code requires a key. I picture him standing there with a keychain of keys. Handing them over, "here.."
Who's to say these words have to be bound and shipped to be written. Although, I agree, b, you could publish if wanted.
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