[extropy-chat] Gunnar Graps 1951-2004

[Amara Graps]

(I'm breathing and he's not, though, unfortunately)


Poetry
by Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did no know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing.,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

At Tue, 18 May 2004 18:04:48 -0400 Natasha  wrote:
>
>I just had a thought...
>
>Amara is an astronomer who examines interplanetary dust and the stars. Her
>cousin was a rock star. They had something wonderfully precious in common -
>
>"The dust wakes out of its slumber and I follow its passage.
>
>>From volcanoes on moons, through comet breezes,
>Atop bookshelves in rooms, expelled by human sneezes,
>>From disks of new stars into emerald-blue planets,
>
>The dust is a piece of me, or am I a piece of dust?
>
>We fly from the ecliptic brightness,
>feel comforted by the local fluff, and
>drink a ceylon tea at the cosmic tea table
>with our friends from beta Pic.
>
>They don't laugh at my jokes, but I smile anyway."
>
>Amara Lynn Graps
>March 2001


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