Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Marcia Lee Anderson, "Diagnosis"

We multiply diseases for delight,
Invent a horrid want, a shameful doubt,
Luxuriate in license, feed on night,
Make inward bedlam-and will not come out.
Why should we? Stripped of subtle complications,
Who could regard the sun except with fear?
This is our shelter against contemplation,
Our only refuge from the plain and clear.
Who would crawl out from under the obscure
To stand defenseless in the sunny air?
No terror of obliquity so sure
As the most shining terror of despair
To know how simple is our deepest need,
How sharp, and how impossible to feed.

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music:
Bournemouth Sinfonietta
Gorecki Symphony No. 3
Thirteen and God
Shirley and Spinoza
and...of course, endless Xiu Xiu.

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