The Inner Arsonist Held a Match to My Brain

• Yes, again, the Official Egoslavian Flag of Deleted Seething.
• Reminder: my seething is weaponized against me, or at the very least leashes me to the narrative that makes me seethe, but certainly kettles me into the role the narrative would have me play.
• It is not the Official Egoslavian Flag of >> Deleted Bleggalgaze << (though one is in development0.
• Another last boy scout for Gaza.
• How motherfucking Christians destroyed the Classical World.
• Austerity in Australia, coming to an America near you.
• TSA protects us from 96 year old women.
• Freddish.
• >>  Deleted Bleggalgaze <<
• The third most played song below the poem.
• The Glass Essay.
• The most played song here, though it is NOT a  >> Deleted Bleggalgaze << anthem:

PORTRAIT OF A FIGURE NEAR WATER

Jane Kenyon

Rebuked, she turned and ran

uphill to the barn. Anger, the inner   

arsonist, held a match to her brain.   

She observed her life: against her will   

it survived the unwavering flame.

 

The barn was empty of animals.   

Only a swallow tilted

near the beams, and bats

hung from the rafters

the roof sagged between.

 

Her breath became steady

where, years past, the farmer cooled   

the big tin amphoræ of milk.

The stone trough was still

filled with water: she watched it   

and received its calm.

 

So it is when we retreat in anger:   

we think we burn alone

and there is no balm.

Then water enters, though it makes   

no sound.