Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
breeds contempt for all the required restraint. In
the fruitless pursuit of the dovetail, we inevitably chip a finger-
nail on the lie in the logistics of fitting in. Who doesn't know
the overawareness of two heads bumping to pick up a pin, the
flutter of the abdomen, living in check, say cheeese?
a series of overtones, I believe, coloring converse in
human affairs: when she looks in his eyes... does she see that
he knows that she knows that he sees (for these are the over-
tones) or does she just look at his face - that fundamental
wavelength - aharmonic - without the tone of personality -
perhaps a discrepancy between her very sound and his?
so there is a place for war in our hearts, for the
trusted truth, the scary disruption, upheaval, eruption of
identity, a personal call - that which makes us really not the
same at all.
Les Arcs, FranceJanuary 1986