from Unholy Sonnets

8 10 2006

Amazing to believe that nothingness, Surrounds us with delight and lets us be, and that the meekness in nonentity, despite the friction of the world of sense, despite the leveling of violence, is all that matters. All the energy we force into the match head and the city explodes inside a loving emptiness. Not Dante’s rings, not the Zen zero’s mouth, out of which comes and into the light goes, this God recedes from every metaphor, turns the hardest data into untruth, and fills all blanks with blankness. This love shows itself in absence, which the stars adore.

-by Mark Jarman, Questions for Ecclesiastes





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