Atlantian with a passion for literature, a knack for writing, and an elephant obsession.
Respond to every call that excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death."
His poetry always seems to sink in so much deeper when I read it while drinking. Maybe because I feel so uninhibited and carefree, more susceptible to his words. They pierce me and stick, and in that moment I’m reminded why I’m so in love with everything he’s ever written. This particular poem hit me so hard last night.
"Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now. You’re covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. The speechless full moon comes out now."
It’s just beautiful; the words flow together, morphing into statuesque perfection that’s never going to waver.