Patience

Siproena Johnson

As Poetry Recycles Neurons

4/29/13

Seminar week 5

Word Count 200

 

“He appeared to be proceeding in the direction of the water, but at each line of transition between pavement slabs, he halted in a frenzy of anxiety.” (Howe, 115)

 

“A ghostly skeptic.”  (Howe, 115)

 

“Collectively, these studies highlight the weaknesses of attempts to generate a ‘unified theory’ of depression.”(Rose,134)

 

Left or Right

The mistaken, the misunderstood

Study, research, inquiry

Deeper thought, searching too hard

How do we use theory accurately to prescribe what we need?

What is the remedy if not a thing?

Penetrate the mind and journey to the heart

Connect these organs beyond the physical blood streams only to return to the beginning…

Or what is thought to be

What is thought to be if not a thing?

 

A machine like the body is never perfect

Every system has its flaws

Fear…Control…Lost

Paint a picture to document the journey

Large scale, microscopic, literally invisible by any measuring tool

Not that the presence is a problem

It is simply in need of a name

Inconceivable by onlookers to grant legitimacy

Disregard for feeling by the people as a whole or the person in their self?

How much farther?  What distance will be scoped for the answers desired?

Artists continue moving with uncertainty but somehow create the remarkable without any thought

Meditative movements now break through barriers

Now null and void be these barbed wires

Mere paper tape these artists’ blocks seem

Threshold now met

Defiance in lieu of the terms

This diagnosis cannot and will not conquer me

 

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