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Kens Gedicht "Gone" ist für all diejenigen, die auch dieses Jahr jemanden verloren haben.
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Karin und Ken
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Ken's poem "Gone" is for everyone who has lost someone this year.
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Karin and Ken
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| Daphne 38,5 x 28,5 cm Pastell/pastel |
GONE
How
different are we? I mean from each other.
I know if I
sit down next to you I will
think of
something to say. Not the
weather,
perhaps, so much as Climate—
heavy with
electrical storms and tsunamis
and other
bad omens—will be our theme.
When did I
learn to read the map of your moods? Any time now
I’ll be listening
for that excited breathing that leads up to
an
elaborate statement about life on earth. Such as
your notion
that if all human error—Right Wing wackiness, for example,
or a
double-header on some stinking sweat-pot of a summer day in NYC,
speculation
of any sort about mind-body, or the perverse
maneuvers
of schizoid sub-atomic particles, etc.—were eliminated
we’d lose
something of our humanity, which might not be
too bad. Or
very boring. Or just not possible.
Your whims
were little eruptions, not always pleasant
but strangely
sustaining. Or maybe I’m making all of this up.
At the end,
which always seems so abrupt, there are only
a handful
of particles left behind. Each in the singular.
The last word.
The harsh whisper. The plea that can only be ignored.
The sight
of your back moving away like a sail, like this poem. Gone.
