The Unveiled Word. I…

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Author’s Comment:

the unveiled word. I … was written for the Joe Cole challenge in another poetry forum. Yes. it is empty stanzas.

I read. I listened. I composed what might resemble a word. And then realized, that the innermost attribute of a word is wordless wrapped in word-ness. All I could think to say, is all I could feel in silence. I. I. I.

“Listen” to John Cage’s 4’33” – in the silence of that “musical” composition, the sounds are vivid as pure “possibility” and not manifested in notes or piano key percussion, but rather what we hear in the mind. Written and spoken word exit and enter (writer and reader) through many different portals. To the point where, the words or arrangements given, are but distant cousins of what is actually received. Imagine music before voice and instrument, imagine the frustration of the first “being” who had a beautiful idea in the presence of another, but had absolutely NO words to convey it. Surely beauty existed before we could think or express it… after all, gravity existed before Isaac Newton discovered it!!

one man issues an “empty” poem and dozens fill it in with content. Such is the world. Great idea, this “words” thing.

The only thing that exists is not WHAT we believe, but THAT we believe… and THAT we believe, is art.