Suffering, as in all in their places (Stein Poem)
They were all of them in their places.
Almost every thing in its place. Why not.
That which is sudden. That which is not.
With regard to what is called true.
Nothing in the country in order.
No one is on fire. No, one more is.
Love, conscience, bringers of light.
After that, it is natural to think of powerlessness.
The truth has its own.
That which is sudden. How will you resist it.
On the grass they pass as I call to them.
They do not hear. The pleasures of concealment.
Hope behind gates, safety in passages.
That which is not. How will you resist it too.
No one can completely ignore suffering.
Suppose a person loves through their ashes.
It is the current that leaves no shadow.
It is the effect of the conscience.
The head is sent up. It wishes. It means more.
Certainly it will come back to us.
The juices, the carbon, the desire, all in their places.
Composed with Gnoetry 0.2 and the following source texts:
Friedrich Nietzsche (Trans. Helen Zimmern), Beyond Good and Evil
Gertrude Stein, Stanzas in Mediation, Corrected Edition
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons