Image: Zivah Avraham
We must take sides for the finer nerves and faculties understand there is no present or future only now it is a nightmare, watching as one hand washes the other stopping and scratching backs in endless rounds of take give take give obligations measured against gifts with exactitude automatons repeating this monotony while truth sticks like an intercostal knife paring the muscles away from the ribs, fibre by fibre and the lifeblood like the past claws its way out a torrent, gimlet-eyed focused on its trajectory oh, we are specialists in self-deception our inflated belief washing away doubt like sodden silt as solitude, which is painful in youth becomes a comforter in old age and a companion of sorts if we only let it walking gladly with us to the end we call our last breath our shadow self haunting us in the outline of our ultimate demise and the face of pain destroys the mask with which we absolve ourselves the smashed-up things and creatures lying in our wake the dirge echoing in wynds and gennels splits in the skin that won’t heal recoil from light and seeking only shade what do we have to gain? they ask things are hopeless — make them otherwise! as if it is some other being’s responsibility to make it so a sky ghost or a dweller in hell’s magma, perhaps someone! anyone! but just — not me logic states that in the long run, the murderer survives the victim and yet it is such a small, small win hatred is self-hatred after all.
I created this poem by incorporating extracts from quotes I have collected for my commonplace book. These quotes have captured my imagination at different times and made me think.
This poem is prompted by the theme of ‘nightmare’. It focuses on the human condition — how we consume ourselves and make life difficult for ourselves somehow, without even trying. It’s strange, don’t you think?
I have included the quotes in full below, both to honour the people who wrote or uttered them and to provide you with the full context of their meaning.
We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must — at that moment — become the centre of the
Elie Wiesel
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
Virginia Woolf
There is no present or future — only the past, happening over and over again — now.
Eugene O’Neill
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
James Joyce
One hand washes the other.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.
Arthur Miller
It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
Khaled Hosseini - The Kite Runner
People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception.
James Baldwin - Giovanni’s Room
I lived in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in maturity.
Albert Einstein
In the face of pain, there are no heroes.
George Orwell
They were careless people… they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
One reason people resist change is because they focus on what they have to give up, instead of what they have to gain.
Rock Godwin
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.
Henry David Thoreau - Walden
There is no need for me to curse you - the murderer survives the victim only to learn that it was himself that he longed to be rid of. Hatred is self-hatred.
Thornton Wilder
If reading this impacted you and you have the means to do so, you can buy me a coffee - fair warning, I’ll buy books! Or notebooks. Or stationery.
And.. Or… you can do this!
Most impressive how you’ve weaved these quotes into a beautifully flowing piece of poetry. And the ending. So perfect for an ending. Really lovely work, Zivah.
I loved this, Zivah. Especially then reading all the quotes you extracted into your poem. Very cool... 😎👌👏