To Open One's Mouth
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To open one's mouth is prose-poetry written in the late 1980s and published here for the first time in 2022 in ebook format by The Room editions. Limited edition hardcover version is available upon request.
R Frederick Finlayson
R Frederick Finlayson lives on a mountain near a forest.
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To Open One's Mouth - R Frederick Finlayson
To open one’s mouth and speak
To open one’s mouth and speak when the night is at its most querulous is this sole object. The spirit is deep within itself in the night, quiet and full of the life of the dark, restive, garnering moss and fungi, root vegetables, the alkaline forces.
How can I speak when I am the end of a dying empire? Is the day so full of itself that the Sun has murdered its sister? As a tongue chewing on itself spits and chokes. Murderous, incestuous relationships fill the operas and chandeliers swing in the tobacco-filled air. The small creatures are no more. I have forgotten friends. I remember them as shapes I once thought possible and, now, ghosts, vague impression of the tattoo of love. Words so easily fill the empty stomach that food becomes an obsession, thinness, culinary delights. Over there, where the crowd of wraiths laughs and sings, I know that their flesh burns, aches, corrodes, does all the correct and possibly human things. An epitome of dancing. At home, the rice burns slightly and we note that maintaining a certain form of behaving creates an almost-euphoria. To not think is as euphoric as pretending to think. Tired, millions of cells congeal.
I have a notion that if I mutter into my hands long enough someone will buy me, fit out a splendid abode with the appropriate furniture relevant to my image. This image is a marvellous badge that the finest sport with their golf clubs. It is all-important. The dwarfs are in caves that know nothing of image. They are blessed with darkness and the smell of dirt, earth, between their spade-like fingers. The wraiths have laughed so much I cannot hear myself think. Besides, there is little to think other than: when to stop. Their pain, mine, is a noble, old-fashioned sort of exercise and is best left alone, by the most. Those who really know are already working in the right places and have the large keys with which they can seal the enormous doors. What a comfort for those who care not for keys. Of course, and there is always an of course, keys are always necessary, for the self, as in knowing the key to one’s self.
As a victim,