Against Intuition

Between poles of a whole

At times it became clear that there was something very wrong about the way things were going, and that it was best for everyone seen to pause until the critical unseen factor could show itself. The risk of making things much, much worse was grave. But the movers of the moment were insistent. Action was valued for its own sake; it didn’t matter in which direction. To resist implied weakness. So, they kept on doing rapid things with decisive speed. More things! They announced, Happening Now! and More Things! Coming Soon.

Survival

A dance lesson.

No, it’s not a luxury you said, of your art.

Dear poet, show me, please 

––some lesson in survival.

In lieu of an answer, you took position on the line. 

There’s safety within the perimeter, they say.

Do you know this? Perhaps, and still reject it.

Or perhaps not, because for you that inside

is no such thing. Your silence won’t protect

you, you whisper––then sing, to signify the

alchemy by which you transform its impulse

into language, the language into music, into

a body’s dance along the wire.

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