[lit-ideas] Re: Serious vs Modern
- From: "Steve Chilson" <stevechilson@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 05:18:03 +0000
On Thu, 28 Dec 2006 08:50:43 -0400, "Phil Enns" <phil.enns@xxxxxxxxxxx>
said about wot John McCreery wrote:
> No one else accepted the 'challenge' so I wonder what John takes to be
> the
> significance of the silence?
At risk of being called out from the shit and vomit team that Donal has
made me captain of, I will say the following in full knowledge of having
already posted well over my own self-imposed limit of nil and wary of
the repercussions to greet me in the morn:
Firstly, intellectual philosophy is crap created by a bunch of
tight-arsed mummies who like to pretend that logic makes the world go
round.
This is allegedly a philosophical/literature list serve which is
predominated by the monkey semantics of predictable political gibberish.
(It ent advertised as such but you know who you are)
Secondly there are certain people whose posts I don't delete a priori
and the others well, absit omen.
Lastly, in particular to Enns' question about the significance of
silence, I give you:
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway
walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
--
Steve Chilson
stevechilson@xxxxxxxxxxx
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