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Montag, 11. Mai 2009

malicious gossip



A. Daumier

...on malicious gossip by GEORGE ELIOT  1819 - 1880

gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker...


from: Daniel Deronda (novel 1874 - 06, her last opus)

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malicious gossip

malicious gossip comes
like poisonous arrows
whooshing by the dozen
piercing my conscience -

in gusts of venomous
spittle searing soft tissues …

were there mirrors to bundle
the lot - to fire it back,
spit the attacking rays and
slime right back to the sender …

why do I seem so upset,
why do I care anyway?
.
how empty must they be
who try to fill their precious moments
with fastidious scoffing, sneering, jeering –
the back hardly turned …
.
I just loathe to lose time –
I just loathe to get my hem dirty
wading through a mud-like stock
of libel and slander -

integrity has always been the admired objective
why should I - weathered and marked by rough tides -
not just stand up like a beautiful Amazon
armoured with cautious pride in my eyes
and go against precarious prejudice.
.
once in a while once in a while or so…
.
but I know one way or other
it will be me again who stumbles -
stumbles self-consciously over the edge
carefully trying to catch my frayed intentions
while falling – and while the armour still
seems to protect me
I feel its harsh plates
dig deep into my skin and my flesh
reminding me of the way it is, always has been:
social life has its planes with sharply honed blades
abrasing and marking like a
milling machine whatever it spurns
leaving behind barely recognizable
disfigured and marred: the victim




by gabriele brunsch 2009
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malicious gossip comes

Kommentare:

  1. You'd rather throw rain back into the sky than overcome any kind of gossip without being hurt. It's the arrow avoiding the archer, the shot disowning the finger that has pulled the trigger, the poison nobody never has prepared. Yet it works. I sympathize your lines very much.

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  2. Thank you so much, Sumuze. I have already feared my lines would pass as not being read or misunderstood as being launched by George Eliot.
    Smiling intensively
    Gabriele

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