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| relaxed1 |
on Tue 1 Dec 09, 9:32 PM to relaxed1's blog.
Today I learned a valuable lesson.
It is something I should have learned
long ago
had my love of words not left me fearing
that I was yelling into an empty warehouse.
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Instead, the warehouse has become my prison.
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Inside it, I can yell to my heart's content
knowing that the only voice I will hear
will be my own, echoing in the darkness.
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But I will hurt nobody with my words
nor will it matter if I say anything
or nothing
for nobody will take any heed.
-o-
“I have nothing to say
And I am saying it
And that is poetry”
John Cage
| 2 Dec 09, 6:45 PM stormywaters PT, 4 yrs |
I must admit I don't really understand this. I mean don't we all need to communicate? Communicate with others, not simply with ourselves? My object all sublime... |
| 2 Dec 09, 7:34 PM relaxed1 UK(BR), 6 yrs |
John Cage put it far more eloquently and with greater economy of words than I can ever seem to manage: when there is nothing to say, just say nothing. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars" |
| 5 Dec 09, 3:13 PM stormywaters PT, 4 yrs |
Nothing. My object all sublime... |
