What brews below is symptom, nay act
it follows that the feather is free
Communion with the people ceased to be a mere theory, to become an integral part of ourselves– Che Guevara
What haunts below is wish, nay will
it follows that the word will suffice
The wise have no mind of their own, finding it in the minds of ordinary people– from the Tao Te Ching, transl. by Ursula Le Guin
When the river speaks you listen you
tend to the bend of the river they say is pain as it tends to
the shadow you hark to the sense of
at the heart of the river –
true is the cardboard box true too
the hunger &
the pigeon, now
But the fellah, the unemployed and the starving do not lay claim to truth. They do not say they represent the truth because they are the truth in their very being.
– Frantz Fanon, from “The Wretched of the Earth”
Sweet Sally took a cardboard box,
And in went pigeon poor.
Whom she had starved to death but not,
For lack of love, be sure.
– Gwendolyn Brooks, from “the ballad of the light-eyed little girl”
Some dust to be sure, some nails I will bring, we shall nail the dust to wind –
Can you will your shadow into being stone
And will it rain when the stone turns color?
I’ll think up some fire, you bring your clay, and pray earth to give us song –
Blue as the tip of a flame that
teaches each morning how to be born –
Red as the warmth of a love that knows only
the murmur as friend and the roar as god –
Violet as the eye of a wolf looking out for kin
not knowing whether the time is right –