8 May 2017

Truth Is Mute

How many languages must you learn
before you can understand your own?

When she lived on a mountain
among people whose language
she did not know, her own language turned
into a festival of fruits, and a festival of birds.


Sometimes I think I prefer to live between languages,
within silences only I can hear –

Ambassadors of the Otherworld

…I wondered about the other world, the one that children are from before they arrive. It’s a world that is located both in the room and somewhere entirely else, a world whose temporary proximity wrenches us from the catastrophe of living in this world and being this person, this subject. I wondered if it’s what children bring rather than what they must bear that makes us want them.