Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Identity

Tenuous
A fragile necklace strung
Or Larkin’s frail travelling coincidence
The stuff of dreams blown in a pipe
Dandelion globes
Our little life, bounded with a sleep
Though once it seems
We all were stars
Not dust to dust
But debris, shining shower
Fallout from celestial bang
Now plaited in a double helix twist
Blueprint mapped
Look there the chin cleft, curly hair
Or tendency to fat
But where the particle poetic
The heart and eye, hand to hold the pen,
Love’s lilting soul?
Ego superego id
Unfathomable mystery
Hid
11th January 2011, Brighton
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3 comments:

  1. JudeJanuary 13, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    Absolutely Sally. Our increased understanding of the world, our solar system,and life amazes me watching TV. As does my increased confusion and perplexity about human behaviour, the spirit/ soul and creativity. All I know is that when whatever you want to call it disappears it is one of the scariest realities to ever experience. Nice to read your blog again. xxx

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  2. JudeJanuary 13, 2011 at 1:43 PM

    ps: brilliant start to 2011, thank you xx

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  3. Sally WhittinghamJanuary 13, 2011 at 3:29 PM

    Thank you for such a positive response Jude. The comment you make, from your own terrifying experience, gives me more pause for thought. I too learn astonishing things from the television and struggle to put it together with my own ideas. I was inspired to write this by reading the Larkin quote which I found quite haunting. Even when one has not experienced breakdown as such, often it feels a struggle to hold all the bits of one's life together. I think this may be exacerbated for me by living in 2 different countries - or 3 or 4, at the moment, each year. In a different culture my 'self' is changed I think.

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