Manufacturing Shadows
Make them Think in Words
Let the birds
be buried
beneath the clouds
And let the tree be the marriage
of soil and sound
The juniper with its reddish fur
reveals its smoke in stick and spur
Far across the valley green
into forests with an ancient gleen
It came to me in light that day
In shouldered soldiers on their way
To mills that shape and splint desire
And echo in scented stacks of fire
Make them dream in sounds
Let the hounds
be carried
across the down
And let the soul be the marriage
of sea and ground
Copyright 2006
perhaps a comment is necessary about this poem- or at least a clue
follow the movement of the tree
and find that the words we use,the semiotic structure that codifies our rationalized interaction with each other is but a shadow of images whose meaning is lost- the image a meaning unto itself. the language we use to describe it distorts the sign post.
Christo
the fact that this is “somewhat inspired by what we do everyday” is an even more effective ‘clue.’
having said that, this really applies to everyone’s use of language. over 50% of the time,i end up feeling that i didn’t get my actual point across… in any language!
coolness.