Ws Graham Quotes

Listen. Put on morning. Waken into falling light.

Over my death, Christ weeps not a moment.

The Constructed Space" Meanwhile surely there must be something to say, Maybe not suitable but at least happy In a sense between us two whoever We are. Anyhow here we are and never Before have we two faced each other who face Each other now across this abstract scene Stretching between us. This is a public place Achieved against subjective odds and then Mainly an obstacle to what I mean. It is like that, remember. It is like that Very often at the beginning till we are met By some intention risen up out of nothing. And even then we know what we are saying Only when it is said and fixed and dead. Or maybe, surely, of course we never know What we have said, what lonely meanings are read Into the space we make. And yet I say This silence here for in it I might hear you. I say this silence or, better, construct this space So that somehow something may move across The caught habits of language to you and me. From where we are it is not us we see And times are hastening yet, disguise is mortal. The times continually disclose our home. Here in the present tense disguise is mortal. The trying times are hastening. Yet here I am More truly now this abstract act become.

I call the ocean my faith. I write my breath On bright unpublishable minds where pentacles Singe the winged flamen's pelt and branded loin And jerk an earring's carol as he milks the stars.

Listen. Put on morning. Waken into falling light.

I stop and listen over my shoulder and listen back on language for that step that seems to fall after my own step in the dark.

It is a kind of triumph to see them and to put them down as what they are. The inadequacy of the living, animal language drives us all to metaphor and an attempt to organize the spaces we think we have made occur between the words.

Have I not been trying to use the obstacle of language well?

The poet or painter steers his life to maim Himself somehow for the job. His job is Love Imagined into words or paint to make an object that will stand and will not move. -The Thermal Stair