It is our actions that make up the facts of our lives, our words merely stand as theories.
The Paradox Of Man: Every man’s a liberal the moment his privilege is threatened, a conservative when giving opinions on homosexuality and religion, a chauvinist when a woman tries to express her feelings, a capitalist when he has a new business idea, a philanthropist when he sees a starving African child and a revolutionary the moment his own nation or belief system comes under attack.
Anthony Anaxagorou
Empty Wind
The home is ready. Dainty ornaments
stand supported by their quietude. Scattered books
reveal their authors’ lonely secrets.
The music of space surrendering to incandescent
moments that flutter between each warm insect.
My hands are clean. Tonight’s food perfumes the
body of each room. The sky lowers itself by night
and I await your return
to praise all I made. To notice the space
in your wardrobe where your clothes can hang
like victory flags or ripe fruit or lost birds.
To feel each long hour whisper its devotion to us.
Outside, see how neat the grass looks
like a jealous heart stretching itself upon the earth’s
weary back
back to myself. Old violins, low-lights, silent gardens
and leftovers that make for slow eating. A dog
barks at a fence, a dripping tap finds nothing
to clean, the sequential disaster of the neighbours
results again in violent love making and your voice happens
to assure me that there is still a world out there
waiting to be forgotten.
The magic of life is in its discovery, in its accidents and miracles, for we can only live to learn more about the very wonder we exist in. With its panoply of people and exhilarating spectacles of nature we must see ourselves in the mirror of life in order to fully feel the rapture of its giant music.
