Life (by Jo Shapcott, b. 1953 - ) - ·T·a·M·i·T·a·M·

Monday, July 6, 2009

Life (by Jo Shapcott, b. 1953 - )

My life as a bat	My life as a frog	My life as an iguana
is for hearing	is for touching	is for tasting
the world.	other things.	everything.

If I pitch it right	I'm very moist	My tongue is very fast
I can hear	so I don't get stuck	because the flavour
just where you are.	in the water.	of the air is so subtle.

If I pitch it right	I'm very moist	It's long enough
I can hear inside your body:	so I can cling	to surprise
the state of your health,	onto your back	the smallest piece of you

and more, I can hear	for three days	from extremely
into your mind.	and nights.	far away.
Bat death is not listening.	Frog death is separation.	Iguana death is a closed mouth.

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Henry David Thoreau---

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear, nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

Che-cheng!!! Find it here ... ^^,)

Monday, July 6, 2009