From An Unpublished Collection of 117 Poems Based on 117 Phobias: Number 98, Phonophobia, Fear of the Human Voice. [For Bjork Gudmunsdottir.]
==================================== Her voice defines its own cathedral of ice, complete with shatters and cracks and is at once a blanket to cover you with warmth amidst the shimmering frost. Your throat surrounds waves of sound so temporary as a lifetime: who would not be so terrified in hearing it, as rare as a fingerprint? It becomes a tragedy that every word is not recorded for eternity- could you, in possession of a voice like that, not live in dread, that you could never build enough of these palaces? Sing for us, always, for your voice is rarer than oil: Shatter these hanging chandeliers of ice and send these echoes scampering across the floor...how terrible it is to build such a perfect collapse. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
