Guest guest Posted January 18, 2008 Report Share Posted January 18, 2008 Never Again the Same Speaking of sunsets, last night's was shocking. I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they? Well, this one was terrifying. Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful. It wasn't natural. One climax followed another and then another until your knees went weak and you couldn't breathe. The colors were definitely not of this world, peaches dripping opium, pandemonium of tangerines, inferno of irises, Plutonian emeralds, all swirling and churning, swabbing, like it was playing with us, like we were nothing, as if our whole lives were a preparation for this, this for which nothing could have prepared us and for which we could not have been less prepared. The mockery of it all stung us bitterly. And when it was finally over we whimpered and cried and howled. And then the streetlights came on as always and we looked into one another's eyes-- ancient caves with still pools and those little transparent fish who have never seen even one ray of light. And the calm that returned to us was not even our own. --James Tate Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 19, 2008 Report Share Posted January 19, 2008 Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote: > > Never Again the Same > > Speaking of sunsets, > last night's was shocking. > I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they? > Well, this one was terrifying. > Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful. > It wasn't natural. > One climax followed another and then another > until your knees went weak > and you couldn't breathe. > The colors were definitely not of this world, > peaches dripping opium, > pandemonium of tangerines, > inferno of irises, > Plutonian emeralds, > all swirling and churning, swabbing, > like it was playing with us, > like we were nothing, > as if our whole lives were a preparation for this, > this for which nothing could have prepared us > and for which we could not have been less prepared. > The mockery of it all stung us bitterly. > And when it was finally over > we whimpered and cried and howled. > And then the streetlights came on as always > and we looked into one another's eyes-- > ancient caves with still pools > and those little transparent fish > who have never seen even one ray of light. > And the calm that returned to us > was not even our own. > > --James Tate that's the stuff! i had some last evening myself. but you really wouldn't believe the shit i have tonite! it's outta sight! un-fucking-real dudes!!!! ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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