Mary Jo Bang (born October 22, 1946 in Waynesville, Missouri) is an American poet.
You are reduced To the after-sorrow That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing Grief of the mother Whose child has been swept away.
And now the question: what do we do with the longing for what can destroy us?
To say you loved a person. To say that person no longer exists. A tragic flawed fate going on and on and on.
The wheel begins its only if turning. It had never stopped. This is life's bargain that motion Is hope.
Why are you not where you belong? A black hat on a hook says nothing. Ashes mirror ashes In a mirroring window.
What is desire but the hard wire argument given to the mind's unstoppable mouth
I say every dog looks like no other but that isn't true. Not entirely. Difference is slippery.
A child, then a man, now a feather Passing through a furious fire Called time.
Bertrand Russell said, 'Electricity is not a thing like St. Paul's Cathedral; it is a way in which things behave. ' And it's not 'they' who say, but Walter Benjamin who said, 'Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness, with the base and the banal. ' In September, 1940, Benjamin died under ambiguous circumstances in the French-Spanish border town of Portbou, while attempting to flee the Nazis.
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