…the art of articulating insanity…

Poetry as the art of articulating insanity in palatable and beautiful ways. It is the language of insanity, love and the general expanse of psyche in all directions. A language that points to access to the all… Every human being experiences the great expanse in unique, never-before-lived, ways. Insanity can be difficult and scary or it can be grounded in the humility of coming to clarity. This is a poem written in clarity. 

T.S Elliot:

Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

from East Coker (Four Quartets) 

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  1. Another poem for you:

    Leave him now Quiet by the Way
    By Trumbull Stickney

    Leave him now quiet by the way
    To rest apart.
    I know what draws him to the dust alway
    And churns him in the builder’s lime:
    He has the fright of time.

    I heard it knocking in his breast
    A minute since;
    His human eyes did wince,
    He stubborned like the massive slaughter beast
    And as a thing o’erwhelmed with sound
    Stood bolted to the ground.

    Leave him, for rest alone can cure—
    If cure there be—
    This waif upon the sea.
    He is of those who slanted the great door
    And listened—wretched little lad—
    To what they said.

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