“She Knows She Knows So Little”

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“She Knows She Knows So Little”

She knows she knows so little and even fewer see,
Or should the inverse be to serve the world; magnified,
Then, be the sight, and keener still, the diligence and pursuit, the urge to fly,
To float intentions and the mere suggestion of abstracts launched in fleets
As questions never fail to rise; but of course, in this world there is no rest;
There’s always more. Questions spawning questions will
Suffice in futures’ nests and past residuals the contexts for still
Small voices just as bells from Hell will drown a lion’s roaring texts.
There are, of course, as always ready answers, waxed and chloroformed,
For sale in the offing here; she merely asks, her interrogatives seine
For truths that skim the natural foam of oceans or  knead the stains
Of cold cognition as yeasts will burn in turn
to breads of thought more easily absorbed.
Within a single glyph, a cliff from which her past visions shrink and scorn;
If not from this ship, then yet another barque of endless thought is born.

Steve-Mills13

…drawing at top by Elia Vzquez-daz-Belloso;

painting at bottom by Steve Mills…

6 responses to ““She Knows She Knows So Little”

  1. Love this: “…yet another barque of endless thought is born.”

    Is it possible for part of a sentence to seem like a complete poem? 🙂

  2. Is it possible for part of a sentence to seem like a complete poem?

    I think you no doubt already know that this not only does happen, but frequently happens. Ideally, of course, every reader either in passive or active voice interacts with everything from the actual text of a work to his own condition at the point of reading. The most memorable lines I have ever read were as nothing in comparison to the whole of the work I happened to have been reading. The poetic experience is unlike any other for this reason. A case in point is the Declaration of Independence. From what I have read about its creation, the job fell to John Adams who possibly accurately felt that what was called for was not at all secondary to the historical imperative, the particular “need” of the moment for maximum effectiveness; in short, he felt not at all up to the task of writing such a document and passed it off to the radical and acknowledged poetic values he knew belonged to Jefferson. Jefferson then retired to a hotel room in Philadelphia and in a matter of days created that short but sweet document complete with the poesy of such lines and phrases as “When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary…,” and, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,…” Whatever else may be said for content in that message, these two amongst several transcended the general experience and capacities of most souls of their time in 1776, and what carried the day was a thing that in the guise of poetry usurped the prerogatives of prose in the name of the remarkable historical “moment” and its urgent needs, and shoved that otherwise prosaïc work into the proper realm of poetry such that, for my money, such lines contain the attributes and prerogatives that poetry possesses, in short, the allowance of the “magic” of the words themselves to equal their content in order to induce an action at the right moment in the right time that might otherwise get lost in the wash of maudlin emotionalism, on the one hand, or, cold and lifeless rhetoric on the other. We remember Jefferson’s now immortal lines over and above whatever was incomplete and/or purely sectarian in the nature of what it was he was writing and for whom it was intended. Today, Jefferson’s words and an enormous statue occupy the rotunda of one of the most beautiful buildings I have ever seen, the Jefferson Memorial in Washington D.C., while there is hardly a mention of such grandeur at the thought of Adams even though, of the two, Adams was probably more to be credited with what ultimately became the establishment of the United States of America than the often mercurial and erratic support and creative abilities of Jefferson and even Washington combined. Poets know the truth of the power of words over any other power, and over and above all the Prophets and Messengers of God, of course, extol and ratify that power through countless libraries of Their Writings. Within a single page of numerous prosaïc expressions, it is often the case that single lines endowed with poetic prowess and powers can in fact stand alone with an efficacy that is both awesome and far-reaching and by no means the casual or accidental “slip of the tongue” may they seem. I am positive that Jefferson, himself, was surprised at what he produced, at least as surprised as George Frederick Handel was when he immerged from his study in 1741 with the complete version “Hallelujah” chorus and is thought to have said that “he saw all heaven before him,” and within twenty-four days had completed the entire version of Messiah,

  3. I use to think, as a very young child, that when you age, grow old… (old being, from my young perspective, about 20+) … that the world and all it’s glory opened up, every answer to every question that could ever be thought of or asked would be open to you, there at your fingertips, to know and behold as if by the mere ability of living longer would give benefit to your knowledge… therefore I looked in wonder at my Grandfathers wrinkled face and thought he must be God… Full of knowledge and truth. I am now older, wiser (?)… and still seeking answers …and I fall far, far short of my childish expectations, I soak up knowledge like a sponge but find that as with the internet, some knowledge is in error, some dangerous, and some giving such joy that you cannot comprehend life without um…’the knowledge of it’…
    I am so, so sure I know so little, … but I look forward to learning more… Never enough tho’… never enough….xPenx

    • Your observation is astute; I suspect the entire world is seeking that very knowledge that you have voiced in your note. I have given up the attempt to put into words the difference or differences between my “thinking” as a child and what it led to in my thinking as an adult. Briefly, however, as an adult I have come to the conclusion just as you have that one never really hits the ultimate jackpot when it comes to learning. It appears that Creation has been geared in such a way that there is no choice but to accept this endless pull to learn over and above any hope of achieving perfection. As both of us know, without this, hubris is inevitable; with such a realisation, progress, too, is inevitable.

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