We fear to speak, and silence coats the night air.
So we are dumb, as quiet as the kitchen pans
hanging on their cabinet hooks. What words
do we even have? The root of fuck is as much
to strike as to copulate. And somtimes ravish
is to rape. But when you're ravishing, you're
beautiful. Stinkingly beautiful. Other tongues
do not help. Try saying "kiss me" on the streets
of Paris. God does not help. The Bible is full
of prohibition. Thou shalt not, saith the lord.
No sounds like know. To know is to understand.
In the Bible to know is to fuck. What do you mean
when you say no? I think I know. I want to know
you. Strike me. Don't leave me alone with self-
knowledge and these rich, fruitless, unspoken words.
Sign Inventory:
- 'we' used throughout the beginning half of the poem instead of 'I' or 'you'
- however by the end of the poem the narrator begins use of the impersonal 'you' and personal 'I"
- narrator seems to be questioning a dichotomous issue, but what?
- plucking at the notions of what how a singular term tends to be elastic in meaning, and can be manipulted in its use
- piece incorporates a sense of postmodern irony, humor, and sarcasm.
- narrator, at the end of the poem, is addressing someone with urgency, force, and sarasm
- what's up with the references to the Bible? the narrator makes several remarks in regards to the Bible and God. How does these tie in with the other elements of the piece?
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