"le marteau sans maître"
--- Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Sonnet > > One quarter of my life remains to me. > One fifth, one sixth, one seventh. > The thickness of the world = deathbed spirituality. > Call ontology what you will = thick mantle of flesh. > Barrel of flesh = warmth in winter, food in drought. > More and more I recognize _I inhabit myself._ > The body = burial shroud. > No other is needed = the other is always needed. > I turn around and recognize world other than my > mother. > The mind stumbles to comprehend radical difference. > Radical difference = strangulation of the mesh. > One eighth of my life remains to me. > Listen! These are the worlds of an _already-ghost._ > Flesh and bone = beautiful nudity. > "We are all holes under the hammer of god." > ____________________________________________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Everyone is raving about the all-new Yahoo! Mail beta. http://new.mail.yahoo.com
