La Perla, San Juan, Puerto Rico
you cannot say these things
like they are meaningless
like they are just words used in idle conversation
between the hundreds and thousands and millions of people
going about their day
without a second thought,
like their life is devoid of tragedy and loss,
like it’s just another Tuesday
the whole world has to stop
and fall to its knees
and crawl and scream all my agonies
until there’s nothing left, until the souls of eternity
are as empty as the walls that used to contain us
ringing and ringing and ringing with nothing to show
and the armies and infantries of man
and the all seeing eyes of the gods
must tirelessly scour the earth, searching and yearning
and calling and screaming and bleeding
until my child is found, my child-
returned into my arms, until she is
safe and happy and warm, and
smiling beside me, and until that day
I want nothing but silence and silence and silence and silence and silence and silence and silence and s
I dont have any profound thoughts
or monumental truths,
I bash my head against
cement walls, repeatedly
until the morals they taught us in grade 3
suddenly make sense
Stefan Brüggemann, No Content (2010).
it’s that
“go wherever you want” freedom, that
“what’s holding you back?” apprehension, that
crumbling economy anxiety, that
late night depression, that
empty promises bingo, that
“did you ever love me” regret, that
remaking yourself at 4am lethargy, that
young, dumb determination to live
You Will Not Take My Heart Alive, Joanna Newsom
vuls:
Time Warner Inc. 1989
Frankfurt Balkind Partners, New York, New York, 1993
