Suzie Costello (
superiorspectre) wrote2008-08-08 11:30 pm
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[Locked to people who like poetry]
This is more or less a test of just how specific one can get with these locks. Psychic journal system and all. I'm still getting used to this. And if nothing else, I wanted to have this here, just for myself.
Shattered Head
A life hauls itself uphill
through hoar-mist steaming
the sun's tongue licking
leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid
When? When? cry the soothseekers
but time is a bloodshot eye
seeing its last of beauty its own
foreclosure
a bloodshot mind
finding itself unspeakable
What is the last thought?
Now I will let you know?
or, Now I know?
(porridge of skull-splinters, brain tissue
mouth and throat membrane, cranial fluid)
Shattered head on the breast
of a wooded hill
Laid down there endlessly so
tendrils soaked into matted compost
became a root
torqued over the faint springhead
groin whence illegible
matter leaches: worm-borings, spurts of silt
volumes of sporic changes
hair long blown into far follicles
blasted into a chosen place
Revenge on the head (genitals, breast, untouched)
revenge on the mouth
packed with its inarticulate confessions
revenge on the eyes
green-gray and restless
revenge on the big and searching lips
the tender tongue
revenge on the sensual, on the nose the
carrier of history
revenge on the life devoured
in another incineration
You can walk by such a place, the earth is
made of them
where the stretched tissue of a field or woods
is humid
with beloved matter
the soothseekers have withdrawn
you feel no ghost, only a sporic chorus
when that place utters its worn sigh
let us have peace
And the shattered head answers back
And I believed I was loved, I believed I loved
Who did this to us?
-- Adrienne Rich, from Midnight Salvage: Poems 1995-1998 (1999)
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As I see it, everything breaks eventually. I don't see the point in hiding from that fact. And the world just takes what's broken into itself, and keeps building on over it.
Even broken things have that much power. Even when they're forgotten.
...I'm Suzie, by the way.
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And I'm broken. Less than I used to be, though. The Vesimer put me together again. Gave me a functional mental structure. It's very nice not being completely insane.
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I haven't met the Vesmier, but anyone who can provide a functional mental structure seems decent enough.
Some people will tell you sanity's overrated, but they obviously haven't had to deal with life without it.
It's enough to make me wonder just how far I'd have fallen back homeno subject
They don't want to know. It's... dark and painful and terrifying, and you can't do anything but wait and see if someone notices and can help.
...something's wrong. The air's off, or... It was lovely meeting you, I have to go. Something's wrong with Kara and I don't know what.
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I'm glad that someone did, for you.
Likewise, and I hope everything's all right with your friend.