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I love the unspeakable :- out of the moon

The moon, out of the white The white -

the incurable legacy of point

escaped from the hands of each creation.


I love what cannot have a night

the secret race, the vibration

of voice of things that are not

the syncope, the flash, the spot.



And negate names, and fool each one

of them with this mortal tongue to come

a day to tell what I can't.




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Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/27/2008 03:15PM by (Fabio).

Nicely done, Fabio. To know the unknowable, a life-long quest for some.


Les

Fabio,

good thought...

Peter

This strikes me as excellent and well tuned.

Sherry

Fabio,

Les reads this poem as being about the unknowable, though you appear to say in your first line that it's about the unspeakable. Are they the same? Your poem only evokes for me, by example and reference, the incomprehensible. I accept the problem may be with me rather than with the poem.

If you were a mathematician you'd no doubt get a kick out of meditating on the meaning of the square root of minus one.

Ian

This poem seems to leave plenty of room for individual interpretation, while at the same time pointing in the same direction. Ian, we often use the word incomprehensible and unspeakable to describe something so horrible that it should not be spoken of. But isn't incomprehensible rather defined as something that can't be explained?

We won't know for sure what's on the other side (won't be able to speak of it or articulate it) until we get there. The last lines, for me, point to this...especially "mortal" tongue. Other references within would seem to point to what is said about heaven or the afterlife...

where there is no night or day (or seasons), where we don't go by name etc.

The lack of punctuation is effective in the ambiguity of the poem and the issue itself.

Marty

Lettttssssseeeee,, square root of minus one....hmmmmmm.....carry the five...... hammmmm... That will keep me busy until probalby noon, when I forget the objective.

Like the poem. Like the way it's written. Started out a bit trite, but you pulled it off. do more so I can think about the square root of minus one...

Les,
of course we have first to know what we want to speak about. Thanks.

Peter,
thanks for stopping by, always a pleasure to hear your opinion.

Sherry,
too kind, but thank you so much

Ian,
..the problem is neither in you, nor in the poem...the fact you're not able to open a door could be due to the fact the door is locked or to the lack of your strength..one thing is sure: door remains closed. There is no poetry, magic isn't there.

Marty,
yes, what we don't know: the unknown, the nameless is horrible, nonhuman because we can't see it, we can't attach a word to it. We can't, in a sense, exorcize its raw power with a word so that we can manipulate, make it human. I was referring to everything that is unspeakable, unexplainable, unreachable to words, yet paradoxically trying to use them anyway, afterlife included but not only.

Merc,
thanks for leaving a comment.


Thanks again to each of you,

F.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/04/2022 12:03PM by (Fabio).