View From The Northern Wall: Whispering

Monday, October 15, 2012

Whispering

Whispering

A complexity
of presence, your lips whisper
little puffs of breath
in my molten ear
as you try to say to me
how common you are
while I shiver at
the force of you so closely
wedded to my heart.

May 21, 2010 9:32 PM

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erinOctober 15, 2012 at 3:26 PM
!!!! love through specificity. this one makes me tremble, christopher.

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erin
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The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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Whispering

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