I wrote this, earlier this week, and shared it with the readers on Candy's personal blog, Inside Candy. Enjoi!
Welcome to the Center of the World
welcome to the center of the world we can not dare not enter
without leave or let of pain or sweat.
kisses cutting glass, the brass and sass of noble gas
lit by the discharge hearts we part with like aerialists
opening our fists and going airborne to be reborn
when our hands close around something real enough to feel
even at an insistent distance, our persistence proven
an able ally to the carnival barker’s stark arguments.
an angry crowd is won over by the skill and will displayed
with an illusory couer rage, for we feel the fear as proof
that we have not lost our edge, or ledge,
high above the center of the world.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
You were worth the wait.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Welcome to the Center of the World
Labels: 2008, As such..., candy 3 observationsThe Amomancer Tweets!
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
3 observations:
Something I've been meaning to ask about is the significance of the way you write courage. I've tried to fathom it and think I may understand... but in the interests of getting inside the atoms of your mind, I'd love it if you'd shed some of that brilliant light of yours for me.
As to the poem... 'love is found in the letting go' and I surrender to you, because I can't not love you, you beautiful, beautiful man of mine.
The root of the English "courage" is the French "couer rage", literally the heart-fire or fire of the heart.
Courage is a word so often misused by people, I use the French to honor the truth: Real "couer rage" is passion that overcomes fear and doubt.
My love for you is full of it, if you want to see what it looks like.
I would rather fall forever with you, than stand anywhere else.
Stand where you will, look if you must, I will continue to fall, for I have found nothing strong enough to stop me.
This is the test of my fire, and I glow greater every second, even in the darkness and the silence.
I know now, with the surety of a priest, where my heart rests and how I must live my life.
I will fall forever.
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