Why Say Anything?

Journal Entry - 2024.02.21 collage poetry

2010.AEN.025 - Anna Banana - correspondence envelope - permanent collection of the Ontological Museum Archives

Fountain pens and bottles of ink.
I heard a bird singing out the window
I heard a bell ringing
There was a band playing
to honor our elders.

Destiny manifests in every moment
the unfolding vision
a sudden everything
it was hard to tell where the sky ended.
Frozen in spacetime
fallen into a silence.

The next thing you know
The path becomes obscured
questions that are difficult to answer.
We know next to nothing.
All language falls into silence.

Is there a place for poetry after
attempting to create a new language
able to contain and express the unspeakable?
Stories and tales,
places and atmospheres,
now nearly illegible, devoured by time. 
A lament to all that is lost.

Death sitting, waiting. 
looking for a nook,
playing hide-and-seek, 
captured my attention. 
I could hear the ghosts,
the reverberating murmurings
echoing.
A word plunged
into the mysterious silence of the dead
and the endless church bells.

Why say anything? 

collage poetry from snippets of substack posts