I want what everybody wants,
that's how I know I'm still
breathing...
It's freeing, to think that there's always an aspect of us outside the grasp of speech, the common stuff of language.
Mark DotyBecause the golden egg gleamed
in my basket once, though my childhood
became an immense sheet of darkening water
I was Noah, and I was his ark,
and there were two of every animal inside me
Into the paradise of euphony, the good poet must introduce hell. Broken paradises are the only kind worth reading.
Mark DotyNo such thing, the queen said, as too many sequins.
Mark DotyWhat did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?
Mark DotyTags: poetry
Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it.
Mark DotyTags: life love philosophy living feelings
The physical reinvention of the world is endless, relentless, fascinating, exhaustive; nothing that seems solid is. If you could stand at just a little distance in time, how fluid and shape-shifting physical reality would be, everything hurrying into some other form, even concrete, even stone.
Mark DotyTags: world time change passage fluidity
And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.
Mark DotyTags: life kiss death breath old-age dying
Intimacy, says the phenomenologist Gaston Bachelard, is the highest value. I resist this statement at first. What about artistic achievement, or moral courage, or heroism, or altruistic acts, or work in the cause of social change? What about wealth or accomplishment? And yet something about it rings true, finally—that what we want is to be brought into relationship, to be inside, within. Perhaps it’s true that nothing matters more to us than that.
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