A somewhat oblique evolution of thoughts derived from Leland Waldrip’s brilliant essay in poetic form “Whites of Their Eyes” – a must read – and also a variation of a wise Portuguese popular expression that defines voluntary blindness (and its attempted induction) as the act of “blocking the sun with a sieve”.
(art by Wieslaw Walkuski)
Catalepsy
There is a surplus of visions to the words lacking in a certain blindness. Uncertain only the fingers pressing on the eyelids the velleity of windows that stubbornly open and spill clarities, one by one. In the surplus of words, lacy as handkerchiefs blocking what is blindly assumed to be the visions of someone who is dead.
Thanks for this incredible concept and the new (to me) word, "Velleity". Your visions are, as always, full of clarity and power. Love and many {{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}},
Leland
I am extrapolating a fine metaphor - hypersomnia and the ramifications of such - for the process of visualizing and "seeing" what otherwise can only be seen in the dream-state.
"The velleity of windows that stubbornly open and spill clarities"
I salute you! Brilliant Alexandra.
You speak, to me, of volition in its most vulnerable form. Would that a mere wish could be the key that opened treasures that hide in those places that we forget to look or are incapable of seeing.
Love and Light ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 15, 2007
There are those who look but do not see. Victor
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on January 15, 2007
It is true, my dear Xuxa, that most of the blindness we experience can be directly attributed to ourselves. We are the only ones responsible for opening or closing our eyes. Sure, it's easier to blame it on others but that philosophy nevers leads us forward ... it only serves as quicksand that will, eventually, suffucate and swallow us whole.
With Great Admiration for your Vision of Life,
Teu Joseph*
This is so inspiring and insightful. Sometimes we do not wish to see or know what is behind darkness but the light (vision) prevails. Thanks for sharing your gift. My best, Gloria
This is outstanding!!!!!!!!, Alexandra~
It reminds me of the old question, Are you a man or a mouse? The mouse-hearted man, may be clothed, for all to see, with many powers, and placed in high positions alongside the bravest of men, but he will always act like a mouse!
Then as we all witness his cower, we then tell him to return to his obscurity again. "You have only the heart of a mouse, and it is useless to try to make a lion of you..."
PLUCK!
Ha!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by Jorge Vicente (Reader)
Reviewed on January 15, 2007
great poem, alexandra. I love this part:
"Uncertain
only the fingers pressing on the eyelids
the velleity of windows that stubbornly
open and spill clarities, one by one."
It reminded me of a film I saw year ago, directed by Buñuel. Have you ever seen "Un Chien Andalou"? There is a famous scene where an eye is cut with a razor. In both cases, the blindness.
kisses
jorge
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Leland
There are those who choose NOT to see. Feel sorry for them...an excellent, thought provoking piece.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
"The velleity of windows that stubbornly open and spill clarities"
I salute you! Brilliant Alexandra.
You speak, to me, of volition in its most vulnerable form. Would that a mere wish could be the key that opened treasures that hide in those places that we forget to look or are incapable of seeing.
Love and Light ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
With Great Admiration for your Vision of Life,
Teu Joseph*
Fee
It reminds me of the old question, Are you a man or a mouse? The mouse-hearted man, may be clothed, for all to see, with many powers, and placed in high positions alongside the bravest of men, but he will always act like a mouse!
Then as we all witness his cower, we then tell him to return to his obscurity again. "You have only the heart of a mouse, and it is useless to try to make a lion of you..."
PLUCK!
Ha!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
"Uncertain
only the fingers pressing on the eyelids
the velleity of windows that stubbornly
open and spill clarities, one by one."
It reminded me of a film I saw year ago, directed by Buñuel. Have you ever seen "Un Chien Andalou"? There is a famous scene where an eye is cut with a razor. In both cases, the blindness.
kisses
jorge