"...LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL..."
( Hommage à Jean Cocteau )
"Come. . !" said the poem
taking me by the hand
& leading me inside
my self
finding the right words
& binding them together
so that they
became a teardrop
that didn't...couldn't
fall
like a lie
that was the only truth.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
"...LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL..."
( Hommage à Jean Cocteau )
"Come. . !" said the poem
taking me by the hand
& leading me inside
my self
finding the right words
& binding them together
so that they
became a teardrop
that didn't...couldn't
fall
like a lie
that was the only truth.
"Life is a horizontal fall...the poet is a liar who always speaks the truth...poets don't draw...they unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, bu t. . .
differently!"
"Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk.
It is walking toward me, without hurrying...here I am trying to live, or rather,
I am trying to teach the death within me how to live."|
JEAN COCTEAU
