[ilds] Not to be Known Always Wounds

[Denise Tart & David Green]

Not to be Known Always Wounds

Durrell and Miller,
Doubly displaced exiles,
Mediterranean fortune seekers fleeing
The English Death, the air-conditioned nightmare;
Memory translated into fiction,
Not quite accurate.
The landscape and politics poorly described.
Praising Greeks, detesting Arabs,
Self serving egoists
Building careers out of being dispossessed,
Falling for exotic landscapes and women -
Women, nude as pearl in grubby rooms - 
Casting off the shackles of reason,
A disfunctional relationship mirrored in a state of mind
A novel, a poem, a broken marriage or two,
Another empty bottle and another on the way.
Recognition at last,
Hushed applause in a bare, old room,
writing to each other in silent pose,
Leaving a lasting pain for a foreign home,
Whispered.

David Green
10/10.2009


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