Thursday, January 19, 2012

Why I Don't Mourn the Loss of History

"There are children playing in the street who could solve some of my top problems in physics, because they have modes of sensory perception that I lost long ago." - J. Robert Oppenheimer

Euripides is speaking in this brook
As is Joy Formidable;
Both are preferable to the no voice that we hear
Contradicting all our yes’s.

Cultura, the tiny leaf off the tree that we saved
Is all we have left of our vanity
In the raw perception of the moment,

Where the rise and fall of countless lifetimes
is now transformed into our soil, our water, what we are,
a mulch where anything can grow
but seeds so precious they must drop from unseen birds.

1 comment:

Rusty Kjarvik said...

It is a great Joy to read your work, and find this connection. As always, you do indeed spark a "Joy Formidable" in your entries, I look forward to keeping engaged with such minds as yours, as in this shared intelligence is a precocious and fruitful patience before the call to Spring catches our limbs, lifted in an embracing dance with the childhood of our one explorative, creative being, we find ourselves here again in a new year of auspicion...