INSOMNIAC AWARENESS by Igor Goldkind
We who are hiding in our second bedrooms,
Licking the silver from the backs of our screen,
Are living in a differently timed zone
Of insomniac awareness.
Sometimes 2, sometimes 3, sometimes 4 or more
Lives are lived and lost each night.
In our rooms, by ourselves
Sitting too close to the edge of our beds.
This is our legacy
The lasting perpetuity of our sensory species:
The glow that contests the light that once shone from our eyes,
Right up to the razor’s edge of our understanding of
What is not yet known.
The un-utterable.
What can barely be thought , much less said and
Yet still dances these words so merrily across this page.
In the ballet of silence that surrounds them.
Who are you reading this?
What perturbs your eternal sleep-walk into the night?
Are there questions you are pondering?
Or are you merely waiting for the screen to pull through for you?
Into your own quiet, private world,
Where things that count never change.
And no one is dreaming you, but your mother
Who has left you now for another child.
Who has left you now for another child.
Reblogged this on IS SHE AVAILABLE? Tales of Sedition and SUBVERSION and commented:
A New poem revised.
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June 13, 2015 at 12:03 pm
This poem is eery, troubled, a little scary, and a true statement of times and a consideration of how we relate or avoid doing so. It is an effective reminder of what most of us unconsciously avoid. Perhaps it will get some of us thinking about the very primal nature of our existence now dominated by a technology that allows us to leapfrog it and isolate ourselves or to delve further into our bonds with humans across the world. This is a cry for spiritual self-knowledge and human solidarity.
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April 15, 2015 at 3:20 pm
I appreciate your deeper perspective probing beneath the surface of the language of the words. They really can only point crudely towards what they signify. Like, “hey, look over there!”
The tension between our language and our actual experience has always been symbiotic: We need language to lend our lives meaning but silence to live that meaning. Thanks for your comment.
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April 15, 2015 at 4:23 pm