Tag: Zine
Knowledge Burns Within
This poem helped me arrived at its truth through a patient accumulation of attention—to silence, to fire, to the small losses that shape us , that sometimes, acts against wills. I found myself drawn to the image of the flame that bends toward its own becoming, a figure for the person who creates not for recognition but for the sake of the act itself. My recurring mustard field memory functions as a turning point, a moment of grace that the I always carry forward into every subsequent attempt to write. What moves me most is the final declaration: that witnessing is enough, that the poem's purpose is not to capture or preserve but to stand present before what passes. This feels like a necessary truth, one I am still learning to inhabit. The poem resists closure because closure would be a lie—the fire/knowledge, inherent want of prose and poetry is always burning, the silence is always speaking, and the work of the poet is to remain attentive to both, to hold them in the same gaze and call it living.