Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EDT April 12th 2021

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Our text was an excerpt from “Meditations for a Savage Child” by Adrienne Rich from her collection Diving into the Wreck, posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: “Write about no longer knowing.”

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II.  
from “Meditations for a Savage Child”

I keep thinking about the lesson of the human ear
which stands for music, which stands for balance-
or the cat’s ear which I can study better
the whorls and ridges exposed 
It seems a hint dropped about the inside of a skull
which I cannot see
lobe, zone, that part of the brain
which is pure survival

The most primitive part
I go back into at night
pushing the leathern curtain
with naked fingers
then 
with naked body 

There every wound is registered
as scar tissue

A cave of scars!
ancient, archaic wallpaper
built up, layer on layer
from the earliest, dream-white
to yesterday’s a red-black scrawl
a red mouth slowly closing

Go back so far there is another language
go back far enough the language
is no longer personal

these scars bear witness
but whether to repair
or to destruction
I no longer know

from Diving Into the Wreck (1971-1972)
By Adrienne Rich

2 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EDT April 12th 2021

  1. About no longer knowing~~~

    I knew about everything as a child or at least that’s what I thought.
    Growing older brought a haze over the clarity of thinking, over the clarity of truth.
    Lines became blurred,
    concepts not simply black or white.
    Seeing two sides of the story,
    openmindedness oozing over me.

    The ground becomes shakey, rather than the firm earth I once stood upon.
    It’s good not to have all the answers all the time.
    Which came first… the chicken or the egg?

    In the wandering, there is growth and excitement.
    I am lost in my thoughts,
    reasoning my way through life.

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  2. al3793

    What is it that I actually know?
    I’ve had many lessons and if only my ears had listened better
    Or my eyes watched more closely
    I might know something more that I know now.
    There are memories within
    Dropped onto some cortical engram that are not retrievable.
    Scars are left but I do not know how those wounds arrived at their location
    And which of the scars are most important.
    Journeying back into the dark of the memory ‘s night demanded retreat to a quiet place
    To a place of peace among the unction of Ver Meer’s azurite, copper green and ocher.

    Andre

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