Life cannot be a man. He is the architect of grief. The bearer of rage, of war, of our presumptiions to diety. Eros is feminine. Bearer of regeneration. A divine regulator , the unconscious weald of eternal power. Sublime.
Going back to the original story. Adam was here for a long time and felt alone. God gave him everything; angels, animals, garden, rivers and much more. Still Adam felt lonely; until he was giving an intimate companion. Why? God could have given him a sister or brother or a friend.
Yes. Agree. We are asked to mask ‘happy’ on our faces too often these days, so true feelings are kept inward, very unhealthy. What a very clever word play in this poem
Yes, if these qualify him, then he is the saddest man on earth. But I think this is no so much about being sad or sadness but about what he has had for a life that could be better.
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"Mozart of silence." What a wonderfully melancholic statement.
We can only be certain of our own thoughts, and even then I don't trust that some nefarious force has influenced us.
We’re being influenced all the time. It’s exhausting “standing porter at the door of thought.” Maybe that, and curating those thoughts is life.
That line really struck me as well. Makes the poem IMO.
“A Mozart of silence”
I’d like to know where you traveled in your neuro synapses to find that one. Unforgettable.
"Never understood that life is a woman."
Life cannot be a man. He is the architect of grief. The bearer of rage, of war, of our presumptiions to diety. Eros is feminine. Bearer of regeneration. A divine regulator , the unconscious weald of eternal power. Sublime.
Going back to the original story. Adam was here for a long time and felt alone. God gave him everything; angels, animals, garden, rivers and much more. Still Adam felt lonely; until he was giving an intimate companion. Why? God could have given him a sister or brother or a friend.
The only thing we can search for in this world is ourselves our names..it's a long journey between darkness and light.. Between life and death..
Between dreams and reality..
Between love and agony..
Our identity is hidden between the pages of life.. Between the forgotten wounds..
How about "Our identity is completely apparent between our thoughts"? If only the Saddest Man had been able to feel the rain on his face...
Maybe he ignored the rain because it was painful.. Tears rain...are endless, without a beautiful spring..
Is it so far really?
The journey is so far and so near...so hard and so simple at the same time..
What a wonderful way to start my day!
“Lived in a town
where sadness was illegal
and where grinning
cops ticketed his face
so often
that he lost his license
to cry.”
Very sad for him. Happy and smile worthy ,
for me.
Yes. Agree. We are asked to mask ‘happy’ on our faces too often these days, so true feelings are kept inward, very unhealthy. What a very clever word play in this poem
Brilliantly simple yet painfully sad
I don't even like poetry but your substack is one that I always read.
Great Message with a very fitting Picture: I would label it : BEFORE we had Internet !
‘The Mozart of silence’ makes me think of Rothko…
Really nice tone and mood. The last line gave me shivers
Alan, this one almost made me cry. Thank you
I recognize some parts of that journey
Looking on,
Looking in,
Looking up,
Looking down,
Looking closely,
Looking sternly,
Looking loved,
Looking hungry,
Looking fed...
Fed up of Looking!
Toxic smiles,
Toxic lives,
Toxic everywhere,
Live life,
We shouldn't care,
Our thoughts laid bare,
Until the end we shouldn't care,
Toxic laughter at the end,
Was this life well spent?
That final line really hits home.
Yes, if these qualify him, then he is the saddest man on earth. But I think this is no so much about being sad or sadness but about what he has had for a life that could be better.
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Living on the edge of this simulates living on the edge.