The Outskirts Of The Ineffable Poem by Etienne Charilaou

I'm quite taken with the ideas being flirted with here, but I was left hanging waiting for the moment where failure and misdirection become a new completion. The phoenix from the ashes, as it were. The opening stanza is a pretty straightforward accounting of fact. An authentic quote. The author then explores possibilities, extensions of the quote, in the second stanza. Questions. What is possible? In the world of art all is possible. I think at this point in history every artistic medium has pushed the limits to pure negation. So the challenge is taken up by the author in the final stanza. The assumption seems that the basic inclination of the emotions is towards desire, the heart longs for someone or something. What does a depiction of emotional fulfillment look like then? A smile? It seems too easy. But maybe that's the point. Except that negation, the emptying out, nullification, usually results in general resentment, frustration and rejection. Maybe that's because most of us are un-enlightened. Is enlightenment nothing more than to make a smile? Maybe. But because I'm not enlightened I can't be sure, and subsequently am suffering with some frustration here. Better, for me, some lines (of enlightened absurdity) that make me smile, in spite of my fallen state of being, then this finger pointing at the smile. And what of the fact that Mata Hari was a spy? A traitor? A person not to be relied on in the normal course of relations?