I’m finding it interesting to go through this old book of mine. Reality Dreams was started in 1971. I wrote these short poems on infinity that I interspersed through the other writing and drawing. The idea was to create a collage, a literary and visual exploration of reality with story, anecdotes and surreal dimensions. It was all very sixties-ish.
This is the sixth section.
Infinity 6 – Another piece of infinity
I am missing from the politicians mouth
I am absent from all factories
I am the ambiguity in the machine
I am the greatness in the peace of the countryside
The green leaves and rolling hills
I am that falling leaf
I am the miracle of breath
I am the reawakening from sleep
My lust is growth
I am the endless riddle of all time
I am the dizzy height
But to you I am the distortion
Opher 1973
I think that is very sad. And I know what it’s like to feel that way — just because I’m me.
Emotions are the motor of life! We feed off them!
I love reading what you write. I wish I could write sentiments like that.
Cheers Anna. It keeps me out of at least some mischief!
Bet you have been in plenty in your time, no offence I mean good mischief.
What’s life without mischief? As long as it’s not malicious.