My how the sparks fly
as the flinty wheel keeps turning
as the waxy fuse keeps burning
like the cherub child
I’m learning
to be ground down
burned to the ground
sharpening the saw
but dulling the sounds
of a million little cuts.
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Welcome to "When I Wax"-- a place to escape the pedants and wax poetic, or even wax artistic.
The mythologist Joseph Campbell was asked by an interviewer how a regular person could preserve his sense of the mythic when so many feel too besieged by the claims of every day living. He said, "You must have a place to which you can go, in your heart, in your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not know what you owe anyone or what anyone owes you. You must have a place you can go to where you do not know what your work is or who you work for, where you do not know who you are married to or who your children are."
When I Wax is such a place for me. Blogging drafts of poetry and other sundries is like practice fly-casting on the front lawn... it may look silly, but it's effective...
The mythologist Joseph Campbell was asked by an interviewer how a regular person could preserve his sense of the mythic when so many feel too besieged by the claims of every day living. He said, "You must have a place to which you can go, in your heart, in your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not know what you owe anyone or what anyone owes you. You must have a place you can go to where you do not know what your work is or who you work for, where you do not know who you are married to or who your children are."
When I Wax is such a place for me. Blogging drafts of poetry and other sundries is like practice fly-casting on the front lawn... it may look silly, but it's effective...
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
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And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
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6 comments:
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what is the axiom...
something like "life is a grinding wheel, whether you are polished or destroyed depends on what metal you're made of..."
It leaves out, though, that we have a choice in said material.
I do find your writing so intriguing.
one wonders if they ever really heal, or just form scar tissue. hopefully just shadowy reminders. one day.
the perpetual agony of "growth" I know the taste of this..
fascinating portrayal of pain. I love your work
Oz... always the optimist. Thanks for the comment!
Michelle- one day indeed.
Rtwell- growth? Like grafting?
Rax- perhaps the pain, but more likely portrayal of events, pain being a symptom and all.
hymm...
uniting with the living so to speak?(at several levels).
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