Void

[Lambert]

"Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of."
--Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

Through our anfractuous past
The units of meaning passing from
Our lips served only to echo
As an orotund voice off
The invisible plane of our culture,
Only to be shattered and resurrected
With newer fecundity.
But our screeds have terminal vitality,
For in the round syllabic sounds is a force,
Faceless, soundless,
The gravity that clasps the broad arc of our language,
Sending it to oblivion,
Where our hands can only touch
The black stony surface of the inexpressible.

[Nightshade]

ok Im going to admit the only thing I understand is this


The gravity that clasps the broad arc of our language,
Sending it to oblivion,
Where our hands can only touch
The black stony surface of the inexpressible.

But I do like the idea of the inexspressible being stony and black.....
:D

[Lambert]

ok Im going to admit the only thing I understand is this

Let's put it this way: I don't do "teenage angst"...