Kunst

Each sound free or bound each petal Each quivering utterance bold and round these handicrafts these unthinking feelings flower in the minute thinking fingers untranslatable untransmutable intent when other more enduring forms stop the outpour tax and stem and call for ageing patience’s munificence : At this the heart will pause before labour the consciousness severing from congenital cries « I’ll pound harder for patience’s sake » - the penitent heart upbraids. « Only so, until I too have learned to punish words into some form until men of all climes may equally say: ‘This I understand for my father did as well as forefathers to grandchildren might in it dwell’ « Might one say again (need it be necessarily said) Why this shape for the violin Is this the only colour of sound That must with horsetail on bark be whipped to wail and whine like an harpy © T. Wignesan – 1960 Heidelberg, Germany. (Rev. 2012) from the collection : « tell them i’m gone », Paris, 1983. ISBN 2-904428-07-0