Afterward

 

“I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.”    Hippolyte A. Taine

Posted by Ravenous Butterflies

Ravenous Butterflies · 5 hrs · I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.” Hippolyte A. Taine Christian Skredsvi- Idyll, 1888

Christian Skredsvi- Idyll, 1888

Fijo—Fixed—Attached

White fijo de dust and scare
buried alive under five floors,
Closed in a concrete mountain,
What a desperate dig co ‘ hands.

Fijo without a body anymore, touching,
quartered by the shrapnel de ‘ na bomb,
No more nose and lips, no eyes,
in the evaporated air, with no grave.

Fijo light like a butterfly
That from my empty breast you seek milk.
You and me with no more strength in this stable
While holes he kills himself and if he fights.

Fijo drowned inside the black sea
or choked inside a hold.
Three years that I feel you, and now I don’t hope,
that you have come save on the shore.

Fijo you left for the guera
And you never came back home,
You are the last thought of every night,
you are first when I wake up every day.

Fijo cor tight lace still ar arm
Barely covered by ‘ n sheet.
I want off, but I can’t do it,
I don’t want you to stay here alone.

Fijo who falls asleep inside a bed
In this dark hospital room,
The more you don’t cry, the more nun complains,
I don’t want to fight anymore and it’s bad.

Fijo you disappeared that night
Inside a night that has no end anymore.
Another spring is back,
but bring flowers that only have thorns.

Fijo beaten to death tortured,
For days and days inside a room.
Who knows how many times you called me
When hope gave up on you.

Mother. Mother.
Mother you know the pain in my heart,
You who know what pain is,
I will accept my destiny in silence.

But take my baby in your arms.
(Marazico)

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Mercy (partial), c. 1876, private collection

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Mercy (partial), c. 1876, private collection.

Good Friday Thoughts

From the Existentialist Corner, and our dear old father Nietzsche, posted by Poetic Outlaws

“In truth, there was only one christian
and he died on the cross.”

— Nietzsche

Poetic Outlaws · 2 hrs · “In truth, there was only one christian and he died on the cross.” — Nietzsche

A Theme Of Freedom?

Is a theme—perhaps of Freedom—developing here?
From our friends at Ravenous Butterflies, this posted yesterday.
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” ~ Charlotte Brontë

Ravenous Butterflies · 7 April · I am no bird; and no net ensnares me- I am a free human being with an independent will.” Charlotte Brontë Diane Petrilli

Diane Petrilli

Columns For The Unconscious

In the columns we create in our minds as we live this life, there is one we unconsciously call “This is so True.” Take for example this posting from Ravenous Butterflies.

Ravenous Butterflies 17 hrs · “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.” Toni Morrison Sir John Lavery - Anna Pavlova as a Bacchante, 1911

Sir John Lavery – Anna Pavlova as a Bacchante, 1911

“Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
Toni Morrison

Ah, ha! I say to myself. And it goes into that column, all without my involvement. My awareness, my consciousness. It is only in observing my own reaction that I say not only true, but something I want to note. What does that mean, ownership? Am I free? Do I act free? Freely? Do I claim myself in this world, in this life?

Or have I made that break, chosen a life, and then contented myself with that action alone? What thoughts do I then pull in to ask if there’s more, there’s more for the taking? And asking, and being?

So then maybe there’s another column, a sub-column, an endnote. Something that says “Better think about this some more.”