Imitating Deafness { guest post by Ainsley Allmark @DolphinDancer }

 

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Wrinkled skin

Tired plum turns face

To the…..Read More

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“The Sound of  Silence”   Simon & Garfunkel

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my good  friend,  Ainsley Allmark,  has  graciously allowed me to reblog his poem  “Imitating Deafness”  ~  a poem which is one of  his best in my opinion.  you can  find his poetry  at his main blog   Dolphin Muse   or   poetry  { and photographs }  at any of  the other  ‘Dolphin’   blogs in the blogroll at the bottom of   this page.  i would like to thank Ainsley  for agreeing to let me share his beautiful poem with you.

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image ~   “Head of  an Old Woman”     Hieronymus Bosch
{  public domain }

Very little is known about the artist Hieronymus Bosch  (born c. 1450 died 09 August 1516.)  His date of birth,  thoughts,  writings,  personality and the meaning of his art have all been lost to time…..Read More

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“The Sound of  Silence”   Simon & Garfunkel

lyrics ~

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I,”You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, ‘The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence

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