"The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of... We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart."
Blaise Pascal, Pensées
(This sentence is indeed very sensational.)
The poem links a thread towards this jazz melody by Thelonious Monk (Don't Blame Me). The rhythm flows within my vein just that sparingly. (You may enjoy the music below that I found on Youtube, credit to incognitotraveler)
The color never splashes over me because the black covers nel mio mondo.
If the veracity of love is as Blaise Pascal words,
Love is a way of sensation which should just be felt.
The felt, could hardly be illuminated scientifically,
Nemmeno to be written for clarification.
The splashes are like the prolonged roar deepens over the cavern
Can you hear me?
My way of liveliness seems like a parasite from your response,
Yet, you strenuously walk away.
Oh, I assume it is not an ignorance of my SOS,
If the REASON knows everything of the heart,
Oh yes, you are actually "turning a deaf ear to my SOS".
Pick up the call and ......
(well you know The Heart Has Its Reason to ask you to do it)
But you also know, it is sometimes also okay to be a sissy...
Huang Rui 黄锐
Untitled, 1985 Ink on paper
161 4/5 × 53 9/10 in
"May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve."
Sappho, Words More Naked Than Flesh