“Peace is not an absence of war – it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.” Benedict Spinoza, whose birthday we remember on this date. Advertisements
The following is a poem I wrote some time ago, in the style of a Cento; which is a form composed entirely of quotes from other authors. A conglomeration, if you will; a grouping together of lines that moved me in their own individual manners – such that I simply had to put them in touch with each other. Do not look for meter, or any of the more conventional techniques normally associated with poetry. You’ll not find them here. The only criteria for inclusion was intent and emotional meaning. Rhythm and rhyme were not consulted, nor was metaphorical simultaneity. I had something I needed to get off my chest, and only these lines would do.
It’s been said that “… to light a candle is to cast a shadow.” Ah, but must it always be so? What if the problem is not in the paucity of the flame, but in our very understanding of light? What if we could create a light such that all shadows everywhere were banished? What if, instead of a lighting a candle to drive a sliver of illumination into the darkness, we awakened a star? Which might be to say that, rather than struggling against the dark – rather than titling against windmills – what if we, ourselves, are the sun we strive to ignite? Do you find it difficult to think of an all-consuming energy emanating from your body; like a star, like a beacon for all the world to see? All you need do is use your imagination in ways society would perhaps frown upon. But then, society disapproves of anything it cannot label, or monetize. How can you monetize that which you do not understand?
Please forgive the lack of substance, and the need to insert quotes by other people a bit more often than is normal for me. Work has been more unsettled than usual, with week long schedules of over-night-ers, followed by a day shift, and now back to the nights. It’s all been terribly confusing for my biological clock, and I often feel like I’m wandering around in a fog. Which makes for some terribly unenlightened and/or downright boring ideas for original writing. I sometimes even forget I have a blog that needs updating. I’ll try and get some things in the works – though I make no promises. It’s amazing how a little thing like flopping your schedule around feels so much like jet lag. And by ‘amazing’, I mean that it just really kinda totally sucks…
Things don’t go wrong. They simply happen. Jacob Ghitis