If silence is bitter, change yourself into song.     O listener, I think of you alone there   on the cliff’s edge of your daily duties,     waiting, the way saints wait, for the   falling to cease and the fire to rise,     when the tiniest note, the loveliest letter   from this world finally arrives.
excerpt from Self-Portrait As A Wikipedia Entry by Dean Rader, reviewed by Barbara Berman. (via therumpus)











