The Dichotomy of Light
You read Graham Greene
And you do wonder about your Pollyanna
Idealism wreaking havoc as naivete often does
It’s so complicated.
And if it isn’t that it’s this:
The bit about the ego
How it lies in disguise
Lies in wait shining like how
Which side your bread is buttered on
Appears in hallowed light
To be and not to be
So it’s back again to that
To the dichotomy of light
And the temporary
(Is it therefore false?)
Of if a star dies was it not beautiful
Or other fires in the night?
His River of Whywhen god decided to invent everything he took one breath bigger than a circus tent and everything began when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because –E. E. Cummings
Remember the Bridge on the River Kwai?
The Alec Guinness guy got so caught up
In the challenge he forgot that the bridge
Was for evil and he thought suffering
For its own demented fermented sake
Was its own raison d’être
Fresh from his brig he won
And then he lost when the bridge
Over his river of why
Came down with all his dreams
Like some disease
An Amazing Feedback Loop
This world is art: it’s a free museum
People complain about the price of admission
For this or for that other thing
But we’re already in the theater
And even when your play lasts only briefly:
How long does a camera take?
One exposure is all the necessary . . .
Not an art fan? A Philistine perhaps?
Still it’s an amazing feedback loop
(You can only go so far with that)
Because such is a symptom of ego
And the cure for not loving art
Is to admire at least one’s self
Look in the mirror!
Have you ever seen such a painting?
Especially when there’s backdrop lighting
And there always is
With saints I hear it gathers about the head
(The eyes are the wick for the heart’s candle)
The only trouble is:
Some people do not admire themselves