failed words

where words do you fly when the wind wounds your neck

choking accents and penults with your insults and jokes?

where do you flee in the maelstrom of lost pleas 

in the porridge of silent mush you serve to keep us free? 

i wonder why we nibble on the vomit of your hatred

on the stale sewage of its dark and failed dreams;

why we chase after the crust of rotten damage

stinking beneath our closed eyes and clouded ears.

longing for a hope that will lift us from our graves

where are the words we anxiously long to hear

to be polish for our hearts, nourishment for our minds?

where are the words nursing like piglets on their momma's tits

content, peaceful, ready to nurture the ark?

*Refuse to live only for work,money, the illusion of happiness, the distant future. Your sons will take care of themselves.  They are no more important than those of the janitor. Therefore, reject efficiency at every price and any action that isn't meaningful to you. Give top priority to the decision to create a space and time for games, gratuitousness, the unexpected, for what can be neither bought nor sold, the instant: "enduring love."  People don't decide to love, but if the way is cleared, love sometimes survives. These are suggestions which, without being necessarily Christian, are sufficiently in agreement with Christian experience.

-Jean Sulivan

*It's harder than you think to prosper in society such as it is, to accept its ruling ideas, without participating in inhumanity.

-Jean Sulivan

*If you're caught in the daily round, let your anger build up: it's an indication of hope. ....You'll have to be willing to lose respectability and all false social virtues, but you'll give joy to someone, to a few -  and that's enough.

-Jean Sulivan