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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MEINE WORTE DAZU:
M A L I C I O U S G O S S I P
malicious gossip comes
like poisonous arrows
whooshing by the dozen
piercing my conscience
comes 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 like a milling machine whatever it spurns
leaving behind barely recognizable
disfigured and marred: the victim –
aliquid semper haeret ...
...weil es mir unendlich wichtig ist, derzeit auf der haut brennt,
und ich es auch anderen, die es brauchen, schenken möchte....
by gabriele brunsch 2009
