Sunday silence

Language is the house of Being. In its home man dwells. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.
–Martin Heidegger

Today I don’t want to write,
don’t want to crowd the cat-house of being
with any more sentences of ill repute.
I want to have that teeming heat
behind me, fretwork at rest
like a sagging porch with one rocking chair
& a view of the woods.

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4 Comments


  1. oh yes… sometimes the porch is more hospitable than the house.

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  2. I think I’ve been word weary for the past two years. There are other languages.

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