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This apartment full of books could crack open
to the thick jaws, the bulging eyes
of monsters, easily: Once open the books, you have to face
the underside of everything you've loved -
the rack and pincers held in readiness, the gag
even the best voices have had to mumble through,
the silence burying unwanted children -
women, deviants, witness - in desert sand.
Kenneth tells me he's been arranging his books
so he can look at Blake and Kafka while he types;
Yes; and we still have to reckon with Swift
loathing the women's flesh while praising her mind,
Goethe's dread of the mothers, Claudel vilifying Gide,
and the ghosts - their hands clasped for centuries -
of artists dying in childbirth, wise-women charred at the stake,
Centuries of books unwritten piled behind these shelves;
and we still have to stare into absence
of men who would not, women who could not, speak
to our life - this still unexcavated hole
called civilization, this act of translation, this half - world.
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- Title: Apartment
- Artist: 2h2h4u
- Description: Love is in the air.
- Date: 04/17/2009
- Tags: apartment
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- farfromsight06 - 04/20/2009
- I'm a book lover too. I'm assuming thats what this is about? If not, its still very good.
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