{"id":4249,"date":"2015-06-06T12:12:26","date_gmt":"2015-06-06T12:12:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=4249"},"modified":"2015-06-06T20:41:03","modified_gmt":"2015-06-06T20:41:03","slug":"the-split-a-poem-by-robin-ouzman-hislop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/the-split-a-poem-by-robin-ouzman-hislop\/","title":{"rendered":"The Split. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop."},"content":{"rendered":"
He knew not, he said, whether he was a butterfly<\/strong>\r\n                 who awoke to find he was a man<\/strong>\r\nor a man who awoke to find he was a butterfly.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nTo begin in the image, he kills for in his dreams<\/strong>\r\n                   he wakes from half forgotten<\/strong>\r\nto the commotion of the day sealed by a story.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nTo begin in the image, a view before the abyss<\/strong>\r\n                      from old familiar haunts<\/strong>\r\nwhat clings, where there's neither choice nor chance<\/strong>\r\n        yet beckons, to the impossible impasse.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nBreach.<\/strong>\r\n\r\n             Wu Ch Eng En descends <\/strong>\r\nthe mountain of the five elements <\/strong>\r\n   bearing the moon as his lamp<\/strong>\r\nforever,grows longer,he muses<\/strong>\r\nleaving no footprints in the snow.<\/strong>\r\n\r\n       At daybreak the view is emptiness<\/strong>\r\nthe truth of truth is its lie, he muses<\/strong>\r\n            to a lamp without a night.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nWu Ch Eng En rested<\/strong>\r\nto speak with the world on emptiness.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nHe looked at the village's railings<\/strong>\r\n                  their fierce barbs pointing to the sky<\/strong>\r\nbetween which shadows peered<\/strong>\r\n                as if to promise through tricks of light<\/strong>\r\nMystery but revealing only bondage<\/strong>\r\n                  to landscapes in whose labyrinths<\/strong>\r\n             you could believe you were in a place <\/strong>\r\n                                 you'd never left<\/strong>\r\n         and where to return was just deception.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nMust not you and I be inside emptiness<\/strong>\r\n        for we cannot both be outside<\/strong>\r\n         but the world made no reply<\/strong>\r\n          lost to a fleeting memory <\/strong>\r\n     that may never return or may.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nWe Ch Eng En said<\/strong>\r\n        \r\n\r\n        Day dreams the wandering mind<\/strong>\r\nas lonely as a cloud, flower and song<\/strong>\r\n                but not without blood<\/strong>\r\nthe lifeless, Terra-Cota army<\/strong>\r\n     marches over our groundless days<\/strong>\r\noutwards from the tomb.<\/strong>\r\n\r\n\r\nNature Thrives on Deception.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nChuang Tze perched<\/strong>\r\n                 on his usual precipice and reflected<\/strong>\r\non to suicide or not to suicide.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nHe recalled he had worn a dark suit<\/strong>\r\n                 dark glasses and returned<\/strong>\r\non a crowded summer's night to a past<\/strong>\r\n                 whose memories <\/strong>\r\nhe could no longer remember<\/strong>\r\n                 there he had sown his wild seed<\/strong>\r\nand what had they come to now<\/strong>\r\n                 but the way of all nothingness.<\/strong>\r\n\r\n                    There are those who maintain<\/strong>\r\n                creation is a purposeless drift<\/strong>\r\n          and those who maintain its entelechy<\/strong>\r\n   can simulate a deity of divine attributes.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nChuang Tze rocked to and fro<\/strong>\r\n           would not such deities grow perplexed<\/strong>\r\nabout their state of affairs<\/strong>\r\n                  traces of white fleece trailed<\/strong>\r\nacross that blue emptiness called the sky<\/strong>\r\n                                and in that fall<\/strong>\r\nfrom that exalted simulation<\/strong>\r\n               believe they were immortal souls.<\/strong>\r\n\r\nChuang Tze said<\/strong>\r\n\r\n                        Even the wind is flawed<\/strong>\r\n      as it speaks through the leaves of trees<\/strong>\r\n                       the moment of history.<\/strong>\r\n \r\n                   Now caught in time evermore<\/strong>\r\n        yet the leaves belong to the branches<\/strong>\r\n        and make small patterns in infinity.<\/strong>\r\n \r\n                    And we, where do we belong\r\n with our swan song, as if we were going home\r\n                      the day after tomorrow.   <\/strong><\/pre>\n
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