The separation reminds me of my reaction to Demerol (my least favorite of the popular pain killers ... I had to beg them to switch me off of it when I was in the hospital after the '93 car crash) when I had my wisdom teeth removed back in highschool ... the pain, while not GONE was sort of "someplace else", like in another room ... my body was obviously still very much in pain (I could not lie on my side wtihout twiching, as this would put the weight of my head on the jaw) but my conscious mind was not engaged wtih it. Somehow I have developed a "Demerol-like" remove from the "real world", the world of objects and occurrences, leaving me in a place where the psychic impressions OF that world are what is "real" rather than the stuff itself. In the words of a very strange person that I knew some 30 years ago: "ooooh ... HEAVY!".
We're off for Florida this afternoon, going down to visit with my father-in-law for a few days at his place in Jacksonville. I can only imagine how far behind on my Friends List I'll be when i get back on Wednesday ... so forgive me if I miss reading about momentous occasions in your various existences, as I suspect I will have to do a lot of "light scanning" over the 600 or so posts that I anticipate will be awaiting.
Oh, and if my absence/silence becomes too unbearable, you can alwasy take SOME solace in reading my older poems ... you know, over there at http://i.am/btripp ... wouldn't want y'all getting TOO happy while I'm gone, ya know!
JUST STEEL AND GLASS
what shifts time
when every system
becomes antique,
when newness slides
into memory,
into history,
into absence
seeding ache?
we scan the outer form
and reinvest
ourselves to patterns
passed away,
we touch these things
on other planes
of whole duration
as part of us within
when at the point
of our immersion,
when masses surge
and crowds align,
we watch these worlds collide
in fission, fusion,
unholy fire
consuming contact's frame
layer upon layer,
states maintained mid states,
the onion of all vectors
peels outward for the eye
capable of seeing
kaleidoscope expansion
in creation and destruction
with alterations all insane
and always at the ending
there is silence,
solitude and submission
to the roles we play,
to the crushing vision
and the isolation
from world and race
that is our weight to bear
- Brendan Tripp
02/15/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
