Silence
While silence vexingly begs for attention
time stumbles over the clock
and folds its wings. A wobbly table
with tinkling glass.
No time to listen, no time.
Consider and prevail
how averse of experience
imagination drowns in empty glasses.
Words have left the heart,
rarely leaving their shade.
Shadows sneak into the void,
from silence to silence, still.
Marcel Van Maele
Een prachtig voorspellend gedicht, met aanvoelen vertaald.
ReplyDelete'Shadows sneak into the void / from silence to silence, still.
Rose Vandewalle
Empty glasses are the remnants of those who drown in the intoxicating wine of ignorance, and dreams and plans of a better life. Happiness and success are not found by getting what one wants, but by wanting what one gets.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh...I did not know this and just found out googling Marcel...he was a friend of mine in Antwerp...a wonderful guy...we used to leave the panter and go get pita and then get loaded...just a sweet man and hugely talented as an artist...he had a huge sense of an original creative vision...check out his wine bottles with bird wings or cubes in a birdcage...just a great surrealistic imagination...he gave me a rare early homemade catalogue with photos glued in...on my favorite peice he wrote a little poem: "To Be or to Bebop...that is the question Jeff." I am very sad at this info...Marcel, you were one of the greats my friend! I am missing you today at this news...
ReplyDeleteJeff Weigand, Vermont