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[title] => And Then, Not
[time] => 2007-02-24 22:39:32
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"Everything that happens where we live happens in us. Everything that ceases in what we see ceases in us.
Everything that has been, if we saw it when it was, was taken from us when it went away.
The office boy left today."
~Fernando Pessoa
It’s the office boy -
And, God… the baby.
They existed, undeniably so,
In the days that came and went
[and he loved them]
Until they, themselves,
Were gone.
Somehow in their going…
They became more-real
And the sudden, pained awareness
Of their being, then, not-there
Was impossible to deny
And undeniably unbearable
(because he loved them).
It’s the office boy –
And God, the baby,
And you
And me
And… that.
Author's Note: Lest there be any misunderstanding, I should note, I suppose, that neither "the office boy" nor "the baby" were mine (not in any real sense, I mean). But.... I think he'd understand why they are here.
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[informant] => Silent-No-More
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And Then, Not
Contributed by
Silent-No-More
on
Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 10:39:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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"Everything that happens where we live happens in us. Everything that ceases in what we see ceases in us.
Everything that has been, if we saw it when it was, was taken from us when it went away.
The office boy left today."
~Fernando Pessoa
It’s the office boy -
And, God… the baby.
They existed, undeniably so,
In the days that came and went
[and he loved them]
Until they, themselves,
Were gone.
Somehow in their going…
They became more-real
And the sudden, pained awareness
Of their being, then, not-there
Was impossible to deny
And undeniably unbearable
(because he loved them).
It’s the office boy –
And God, the baby,
And you
And me
And… that.
Author's Note: Lest there be any misunderstanding, I should note, I suppose, that neither "the office boy" nor "the baby" were mine (not in any real sense, I mean). But.... I think he'd understand why they are here.
Copyright ©
Silent-No-More
... [
2007-02-24 22:39:32]
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Re: And Then, Not
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by yangdantien on
Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 11:06:34 PM AEST
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What an amazing piece. The epiphany for me comes through love one connects to all. The electric comes in two forms the A/C of this is alternating Creation from Commotion . The D/C of this directly plugs into the creation.
Marvelous
Peace
Yangdantien
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Re: And Then, Not
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by emystar on
Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 11:32:37 PM AEST
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Awesome writing, my friend.
Great work.
Huggs,
emy
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Re: And Then, Not
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by Fionndruinne on
Sunday, 25th February 2007 @ 03:38:32 AM AEST
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*grins* I'm glad you like "electrified epiphany", 'cause so help me if I didn't like it as well, and nod approvingly as soon as I'd typed it.
Quite a fine quote, indeed, and nice elucidation, in a way.
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Re: And Then, Not
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by Keilantra on
Sunday, 25th February 2007 @ 01:19:07 PM AEST
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Abstract enough to make me wonder, but formed so i can get some kind of pcture. i loved the beginning. so ambigiously tantalizing.
keep it up.
xXx
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Re: And Then, Not
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 08:20:21 PM AEST
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oh hun ... how painful
when we possess something .. whether real or supposed,
it is incredibly difficult to give up. Even for a moment ..
but this .. this incredible stroke of emotion captures so
much more than that, methinks. (I don't dare say more,
for fear my own heart lie defenseless -- powerless
to any aide of my helpless emotions ..)
beautiful pain here, hun
~Breezy
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Re: And Then, Not
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 3rd May 2007 @ 11:12:08 PM AEST
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What amazing abiguity you have forced our eyes to read! I would never dream of working disambiguity (There I used it, hah that word is retarded, but works here) upon this write. You painted a great picture, but left so much for the reader to interpret for themselves. That my dear, is poetry! Utter poetry. For baby, five stars! For the office boy, what?
Tremendous job Snemmy! You never cease to impress!
BRAVO
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Re: And Then, Not
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 9th September 2020 @ 12:30:53 AM AEST
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