Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Going Back to What I Read To Not Unread

Sometimes I pull down old books, books that meant so much to me in the dim history of the past. Often this is disappoint. But sometimes, I pull the book down, and I turn to wear the pages are turned down, or to where a tiny piece of paper marks the spot. And I am blown away, moved, my heart beats faster, and I am carried away....again.

Terra Incognita
There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of
vast ranges of experience, like the humming of unseen harps,
we know nothing of, within us.
Oh when man has escaped from the barbed-wire entanglement
of his own ideas adn his own mechanical devices
there is a marvellous rich world of conact and sheer fluid beauty
and fearless face-to-face awareness of now-naked life
and me, and you, and other men and women
and grapes, and ghouls, and ghosts and green moonlight
and ruddy-orange limbs stirring the limbo
of the unknown air, and eyes so soft
softer than the space between the stars,
and all things, and nothing, and being and not-being
alternatley palpitant,
when at last we escape the barbed-wire enclosure
of Know Thyself, knowing that we can never know,
we can but touch, and wonder, and ponder, and make our effort
and dangle in a last fastidious fine delight
as teh fuchsia does, dangling her reckless drop
of purple after so much putting forth
and slow mounting marvel of a little tree.

D. H. Lawerence

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