By: Alan Kaufman
"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.
“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."
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..
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.
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.
If it is to your liking, please, subscribe. Good poems to read.
Living on the edge of this simulates living on the edge.
"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.
“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."
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..
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.
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.
If it is to your liking, please, subscribe. Good poems to read.
Living on the edge of this simulates living on the edge.