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aisling
i saw
the beginnings
of an infinite sun-shower
just hidden
today
in the laugh lines of your eyes
 
so let's walk a little farther
and you can take me to that damp
green forest
where willows
keep their tears quiet
bent over in stifled pain
 
i
will put my hands on the bark
and heal them
caressing
i
will offer up a prayer
intercessions
for the sorrows of the myrrh
perhaps then her father will forgive her
and beauty
will again hover silent
breathless
in her womb
 
you've filled me with words
a stór
they quiver
brimful and light
pure
on the tip of your tongue
and escape playful
as poetry
with every kiss i steal
 
tranquil
easy and soft
i
will whisper them back to you
if you trust me
mo ghra
and take me to that crying
place in your heart
i see it there
let me squeeze it
in my own two hands
so small
i know
they can scarcely hold you
 
you give me my songs
darling
my history
sad
wandering
but i swear to you
and hopeful
i will breathe i
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organization
love is nothing but painful realignment,
changes of zip code;
spilled frozen coffee
and left-behind sweatshirts.
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sobriety by DamhsaGaoithe sobriety :icondamhsagaoithe:DamhsaGaoithe 12 4
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untitled x
why do i try
so hard to achieve this
poets' semi-permanence,
my soul scattered in pockets,
in ashes,
in a half-forgotten moment
bleeding into the imaginary?
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leanbh
My mother's corals
won't serve me for my
obsession
with hangman's nooses.
She's tired of them,
I know,
but she left her scent on them
gentle
against the paper skin
of my still,
cold
chest.
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untitled ix
why have they driven the dead
from their damp-filled cloisters,
with all the brutal methodology
of irreverent cynicism?
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untitled viii
the unease is pervasive, here:
walls awash with the vibrant
screams of agonizing saints.
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untitled vii
i've been gutted
by time and indifference,
disdaining sleep as a necessity.
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Literature
anarchy
i am not a writer
any longer.
what have I lost, between
these nineteen forty-eight pages
and the whisper of the observant,
clinical streetlamps
we waited under –
for an instant
only
immersed in knowledge
without the aid of chopin,
or the selfish scholarliness
of the summer rains
that reared us.
do we cease to seek the sunlight
after we’ve felt the angst
and desolation
of winter tears?
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Mearbhaille by DamhsaGaoithe Mearbhaille :icondamhsagaoithe:DamhsaGaoithe 19 10
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untitled vi
who was it
that bore the sadness of composing me?
how could she stand the whistling pain
of the violins forged into my knuckle-bones?
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Literature
untitled v
how do they speak to him,
that denizen of abandoned houses,
uneasiness
and cloying facetiousness?
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Literature
untitled iv
already i have lost
the language of applied precision,
sunken into elemental lightness,
shedding my carefully sharpened carcass
for frenetic musical hypocrisy.
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Literature
untitled iii
i've always wondered at the sepia-stained handsomeness
of dead, glorified young men.
what have we lost along the way?
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Literature
untitled ii
how is it that i have become
so attuned
to the swell of my lips,
the rising seraph on my forehead?
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Literature
untitled i
i stacked my dimes onto the pile of change,
(that coveted installation)
a contemptous tribute.
aren't i too much of a child
to be crying like an old woman:
alone, at two a.m.,
nursing bitterness and coffee?
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Mara M.
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Wannabe psychologist, aesthetic idealist, moral philosopher, incorrigible INTP, eternal child, neurologist-in-training, quintessential writer, trigger-happy photographer, mediocre ballerina, staunch multiculturalist, avid bibliophile, nosy historian.



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G.K. Chesterton’s “Introductory Remarks on the Importance of Orthodoxy” is a resounding attack on the banalities of the modern manifestations of faded Enlightenment principles, as wholly applicable in our own day as in the author’s. Practicality and soft words held no use for him, who has condemned what he names “modern liberty” (on the grounds that it liberates no one), and denounced “good taste” as the “last and vilest of human superstitions”. Even I – an established, staunch fan of Chesterton and his school of thought – cannot fault “Introductory Remarks…” for having failed to ignite my intellectual participation through introspection and self-righteous historical analysis, two activities in which Chesterton himself was likely engaged at the time in which he wrote this address.

Needless to say, this speech did not arouse in my soul any sense of indignant reproach coming from an idiotic self-categorization into Chesterton’s group of inefficient despicables who produce “art for art’s sake”, but rather vindication in my own philosophy which compels me to hold (like Chesterton) that philosophy itself does indeed matter. The necessity of the ideals for which he cries makes me wonder if the same disease of unfounded blasphemy is diagnosable in today’s society, if society’s ability to form valid arguments full of heretical conviction is fading due to the very fact that religious, moral and philosophical standards have been slowly discarded. Upon reflection, I have found this diagnosis to be quite possibly accurate, taking into account the pernicious effects of our modern, politically correct, “anything goes” sort of attitude, which renders politics into a perpetual jousting-lane of unfounded accusations and a profound dearth of “the ambitions of wit and eloquence” (as so eloquently stated by Chesterton). It is no small matter for Chesterton to speculate on whether or not the “conversational pessimist” would have had some sort of impact on the society in which he lived; a matter of even greater gravity is implied now, when I find myself wondering whether or not people can even be certain whether or not their own perspective more closely resembles optimism or pessimism.

Up to this point, the grounds on which I have deemed this speech to be “historically significant” may be unclear or dubious. However, Chesterton’s “Introductory Remarks on the Importance of Orthodoxy” is, for me, the ultimate definition of what a historically significant speech is, in essence: a despairing summary of the state of affairs in the time into which it was delivered, birthed as the peak embodiment of the writer’s indignation towards the world he finds himself observing, as both an inhabitant and an outsider. It is, additionally, an expression of the anguish of one aware of changing times and attitudes, desperately trying to adopt and revive the practices of a bygone time, even as he watches them slip from his reality. I, like Chesterton, am one of these unfortunate souls, perpetually launched into space, searching for a time in which words carried visceral meaning, not semantically-depraved, imposed connotations, and in which the actions of individuals poured forth not merely from situational pressure, but from the abundance of conviction buried in their very essence.

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i saw

the beginnings

of an infinite sun-shower

just hidden

today

in the laugh lines of your eyes

 

so let's walk a little farther

and you can take me to that damp

green forest

where willows

keep their tears quiet

bent over in stifled pain

 

i

will put my hands on the bark

and heal them

caressing

i

will offer up a prayer

intercessions

for the sorrows of the myrrh

perhaps then her father will forgive her

and beauty

will again hover silent

breathless

in her womb

 

you've filled me with words

a stór

they quiver

brimful and light

pure

on the tip of your tongue

and escape playful

as poetry

with every kiss i steal

 

tranquil

easy and soft

i

will whisper them back to you

if you trust me

mo ghra

and take me to that crying

place in your heart

i see it there

let me squeeze it

in my own two hands

so small

i know

they can scarcely hold you

 

you give me my songs

darling

my history

sad

wandering

but i swear to you

and hopeful

i will breathe it back

into your soul

you'll cry then

gently

i think

and birth will be

the strength to live

aisling
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changes of zip code;
spilled frozen coffee
and left-behind sweatshirts.
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Hi, Mara! Thanks so much for the watch. :iconredroseplz:
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You're so welcome! I think you're a lovely person, and talented artist. :hug:

May the road rise to meet you,
Mara
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:aww::hug: Made my day! Have a happy New Year.
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