Post by Karla Bardanza on Feb 25, 2010 20:43:42 GMT -5
Heidegger, my love, tell me again What existence is but a lot of pain... Talk about the meaning of being (Is there a meaning in life, in love, In future, in temporality?) Heidegger, my love, does death Make any sense apart from keeping Everybody tense? Can you tell me if there is any possibiity After a wreckage? Do I have to go on standing here helplessly For ages? Heidegger, my love, i don’t want to think anymore. From now on my mind and my heart i shall ignore.
Post by apocalypticjay on Feb 26, 2010 16:34:05 GMT -5
Heidegger, my love, i don’t want to think anymore
The whole poem really made me think and come to attention in my mind, such sadness but the line above, so many times I can relate to never wanting to think again, our heads can produce so many unflinching questions on exsitence and love and we are so feeble in our baring the answers, we hurt and hurt badly. A brilliant expressed piece of poetry Karla I really enjoyed it!
Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Feb 26, 2010 22:57:21 GMT -5
Oh, Karla, this is so different from anything else of yours that I've read. Such a feeling of defeat . . . I get the sense of a woman standing at the side of her husband's casket, trying to make sense of it all. A gut-wrenching write.