by Rob Littler
"…the idea that I am
the only one on
the face of the earth
who is doing this, right now
I mean NOW, this moment, this second…
this immediate happening. I am
typing these words from the Great
voice within me—both visceral and material, digital—
and you, the reader—and me as I pause
and ponder to reread and discover—
are in your element in your moment,
your immediate happening,
your own NOW, so to speak,
words have already “happened”
each combination of unuttered phonemes,
made into the letter combinations both ahead
and behind you in this “conversation” we are having.
Yet, your “happening” is ahead of you,
as with any endeavor.
But believe me, this is happening
right now, in this moment."
Author's Note: That this or this that
Posted on 03/03/2014
Copyright © 2021 Rob Littler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/03/14 at 01:47 PM|
I don't know who this is, but if I were to venture a guess, it would be consistent with this Whitmanian notion, that whoever we are, we are not, and whoever we are not, we are and whoever we are or are not, either way we are having a snowflake, which is to say a unique experience in such a world as permits not duplicate performances. I like how this unique experience of yours, performs.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/05/14 at 10:54 PM|
Existential with a question mark. Fascinating.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/13/14 at 04:21 AM|
Interesting poem, Rob, and unique perspective...way of looking at it...the NOW.