Thoth's Curse

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Thoth's Curse


Truth is an open book
that to read is to be blind.
Out there, a dual snipe
asks nothing, smiling like
wedding-rain on imposition.

Is a Curse, between Wisdom
and Understanding, 
Memory and Desire,
that haunts like no-ghost
crying. Oh Laughing Acquaintance,
the Star is in the way!

Can't see, for your glasses,
as though they, like your clothes,
are part of your face.
No Mystery, but protected
by heroes against love.

I'm Prometheus, again and again
knowing. The braille is our projections.
I see too brightly how I shine:
Miss Double Telescope,
you see the doom as well as I.

We're too smart for our age.
Sex is in the brain.
To see my true colors now
is to give up the neophyte the game.

In this one I see three familiar things - 'mysterious oppositions' (reading is blindness/haunt/no ghost) these create a forced atmosphere of artificial profundity 'White like Black', etc. Next I see declarations regarding the self - 'I am this I am that.' These always appear. The repeating/recurring claims to knowlege suggest fear. Then thirdly, the declarations regarding what the world is; What 'we' are and what 'sex' is, etc. These insisting declarations suggest a lack of confidence, as if one is rooted or transfixed into a contradictory world that consumes every faculty in an endless stretching effort to resolve intelligibility and identification.