Consequently, I Rejoice
The infinite terrifies.
I build a fortress with comforting
corners and turrets to shelter me
against the infinite number
of other patterns in which
a simple set of alphabet blocks
can be placed. I choose,
afraid of all the other choices.
I build a fortress with comforting
corners and turrets to shelter me
against the infinite number
of other patterns in which
a simple set of alphabet blocks
can be placed. I choose,
afraid of all the other choices.
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Title stolen from Eliot's "Ash Wednesday".
I've been thinking a lot lately about how a handful of tones can generate lullabies and a Bach orchestral suite. And then there's astrophysics and particle physics. So many possibilities from a few rules and causality.
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Now you've got me worried, too. *
"I build a fortress with comforting
corners"
One of many pieces - your wheelhouse, I think - fusing religious/spiritual with anti-spiritual ... spiritus mundi with streets & life. Good poem, Gary. *
I do love how the opening line tells the story so bluntly, and how the rest makes it so real.
Like the way in which "infinity" becomes destabilized.*
"Causality is the Devil's playground." Sr. Mary Elizabeth
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I like the directness of that first line, then the elaboration on it. Circumscribing the infinite is a full-time job, I suppose.*
The infinite terrifies. Oh yes. Scares the hell out of me. *
jb
*, Gary.
That concise first line sets up a wonderful poem. *