“I want to be happy.”
I want/ this is a grasping
to be/ this isn’t now
happy/ this is process disguised as an outcome
This is the experience of
what is as it is even when This Is is what is presently absent
and that’s the irony
presently absent/ a hole in the fabric of what is my emotional skin
hole/ is “W” gone rogue
whereas the fabric of my personal tapestry
strands I weave
1st the blue thread
2nd the red
next is shadow, sage, copper, ivory, lemon, lime, apricot, amber, platinum, silver, salmon, chartreuse, vermillion, ochre, teal, amaranth, lavender, spruce, ruby and cerulean
presently this is/ a shift of awareness
Between Voice and Thought, between Thought and Voice, between Presence and Absence, oscillates the poetic pendulum.
“I introduce here a slight observation which I shall call ‘philosophical,’ meaning simply that we could do without it.
Our poetic pendulum travels from our sensation toward some idea or some sentiment, and returns toward some memory of the sensation and toward the potential act which could reproduce the sensation. Now, whatever is sensation is essentially present. There is no other definition of the present except sensation itself, which includes, perhaps, the impulse to action that would modify that sensation. On the other hand, whatever is properly thought, image, sentiment, is always, in someway, a production of absent things. Memory is the substance of all thought. Anticipation and its gropings, desire, planning, the projection of our hopes, of our fears, are the main interior activity of our being.
Thought is, in short, the activity which causes what does not exist to come alive in us, lending to it, whether we will or no, our present powers, making us take the part for the whole, the image for reality, and giving us the illusion of seeing, acting, suffering, and possessing independently of our dear old body”
~ The Art of Poetry, Paul Valéry