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Letters Written In Fetters - 1

Dear son,
              I am told I should tell you things not in books
              It is hard for me to begin
              Your mother said only what is in the book I know
              I think my dilemma is neither you nor I
              But the whole purpose of the book
              This letter may turn into if I try to understand me.
              And if I am not in the picture
              Then your existence becomes questionable. We must
              Establish our need for more than mere presence
              And this makes us listening to each other significant,
              Make this letter existentially important
              And you significantly more important than either of us think

              I do not read books because I believe all books
              Books took a wrong turn just by their necessity to speak
              And to make speech more permanent than memory
              They disrupted a whole tradition of history to write
              What we were, and are becoming
              By making picture out of words for reflection
              As they tell us who we are
              Without beat of tongue, and rhythm of gesticulation
              That surrounded the melody of oral communication.
              The literary man made an ulterior civilization
              Telling us with barbed cynicism: the pen is mightier than the sword
              I handled all books carefully like a weapon
              For in them are seeds of destruction
              Not intended alone for our history
              But for the civilization of our identity.
 My dear son
              Every structure and fiber of our imagination
              Is no longer about us
              For we have been reduced to incongruous metaphors
              Supplanting faith in history
              Supplanting us with toxic ideas of utopia
              Knowing full well for this dream
              There is no remembrance after sleep
              For waking is an hypnosis for those in too deep.
              Even as I proclaim this preamble on clutches.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/1/2012 10:02:00 AM
I'm off to the next letter.
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Date: 9/29/2012 2:36:00 PM
I love this insight to fatherhood. Being a mom does nothing to teach me about fathers, and my own did very little.
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