"I thought I lost you somewhere, but you were never really ever there at all...
Talk to me, I can fear you falling... And all your lies weren't enough to keep me here."
- Goo Goo Dolls, from "Here Is Gone", You Tube music video
"The description of the problem is its solution.Becoming
fully conscious of our predicament enables us to cope with it..."
- Robert Rehder, in The Poetry of Wallace Stevens, describing how
the mind copes by way of the writing of Modern poetry
Living in the big machine, I don't know what else to say.
I don't want to hurt you, but anything less than honesty now
seems beside the point—seeing is believing.But honesty,
the truth has never gotten us anywhere—which face will
you wear this afternoon, tonight? I don'texactly blame you,
but I have told you things I have told no one else, and you
tell me little to nothing in return.You're all about making
excuses and keeping silent. Voices are their qualities, occasions,
of this much I am aware.Telling and listening, telling and listening,
telling and listening, making replies, and trying to understand.
I need to hear sounds passing through sudden rightnesses—
but you're incapable of this.With you, I had become
accustomedtolying sounds, yours, masquerading as truths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem