Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Lives of Knives
from Homer (about the chariot race)
"at the .... keep from being dragged in case of accident, they carried a falx, a curved knife. ... to the Zephyrs, the Greens to Mother Earth or spring, and the Blues to the sky and ..."
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Lives of Knives
Thrust into world of commerce
Knives begin journey
to be handled
to be sharpened
to be dulled
broken, loved and thrown
Mishandled
lives of knives
stuck in targets
stuck to racks
stuck in sheathes
peace tied or not.
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Dear *J* ~ This poem evokes so much for me... I've read it a few times at least. Today, I'm reading it as 'Lives of Words' as the movement of the poem is what I'm drawn to and carried by, so I began playing... perhaps like a dust devil plays with anything it might sweep up or with anyone watching. And too, there is a journey evoked and a(n invisible) bridge between the quote from Homer you start with, which is a deep part of the visceral experience here for me. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome...Homer reading included the island of Amorgos where I once lived for four months and learned how to milk goats and helped save the life of sweet "Carnela" before the Easter slaughter...
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