{"id":1214,"date":"2008-04-09T17:45:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-09T17:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1214"},"modified":"2008-04-09T17:45:00","modified_gmt":"2008-04-09T17:45:00","slug":"number-184-by-duane-locke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/number-184-by-duane-locke\/","title":{"rendered":"Number 184 by Duane Locke"},"content":{"rendered":"

YANG CHU\u2019S POEMS 184<\/span>


I cannot trust her,<\/span>
I cannot<\/span>
Distrust her.<\/span>

Trust and distrust<\/span>
Are words,<\/span>
Mere empty words,<\/span>

Trust and distrust<\/span>
Does not apply<\/span>
To what exists between us.<\/span>

Does not fit,<\/span>
Does not have meanings,<\/span>
Does not have signifieds.<\/span>

Therefore, I cannot trust her,<\/span>
I cannot distrust her,<\/span>
The human vocabulary<\/span>

Has been transcended<\/span>
By the actuality of what exists<\/span>
Between us,<\/span>

When we are close, close,<\/span>
What exists is the existence<\/span>
Of the music of the panpipes.<\/span>



\u2022 Duane Locke lives in rural Florida “a few feet from an osprey's nest” and is also a painter and nature photographer. He adds that his occupation is the study of philosophy and says “The purpose of a poet is to start with the language of lies spoken by people and strive to convert the language of lies into a language of truth (Whatever truth is).” <\/span>

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