Time’s the illusion
we don’t grow up, we grow out
away from our essential selves
only to fall back in.
There’s a black hole at the centre of our being
as Stephen Hawking proved, who said
‘I don’t believe in God.’
It doesn’t matter what you call it
once you find it there is only peace
and bliss and joy in every moment
knowing every moment’s
all there is.
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Written for dVerse
Lisa is hosting today’s Poetics, and has asked us to choose from one of ten Hemingway quotes as the inspiration for our poem. I chose:
There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.
–For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940)
I get a bit teary every time I read this, because the book affected me greatly. Some people believe Hemingway is the ultimate ‘manly’ writer, and try to copy his prose in an ultra-masculine style, often to fail miserably. To me, he is the ultimate human writer, who can capture the essence of the human spirit which connects us more than it divides, regardless of our race or gender or belief system. I think that is how he managed to create such well-rounded and fully developed female characters, such as Pilar (my personal favourite) in For Whom the Bell Tolls.
As for the theme of my poem, it’s a favourite of mine at the moment, and I think Leonard Cohen sums it up perfectly: