I am currently in love with the poetry of Laurie Sheck.
A Quiet Skin
Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits
Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—
Each thought breaking always in another.
All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.
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I love how she refuses to let the language stay within the expected bounds. Every few words the landscape being created bucks and frees itself. She sets my brain on fire. I am challenged by and in awe of her skill.
Thanks for sharing that :) I think that she described the processes of the mind perfectly. It's an endless string of calm and chaos, all bleeding into each other.
Beautifully written.
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