Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Thursday, August 31, 2006


Defeat, my Defeat - my solitude and my aloofness.
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
and sweeter to my heart than all world glory.

Defeat, my Defeat - my self-knowledge and my defiance.
Through you, I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
and not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you, I have found aloneness
and the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat - my shining sword and shield.
In your eyes, I have read that to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
and to be understood is to be levelled down,
and to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness
and like a ripe fruit, to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat - my bold companion,
you shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
and none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
and urging of seas, and of mountains that burn in the night,
and you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat - my deathless courage,
you and I shall laugh together with the storm,
and together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
and we shall stand in the sun with a will,
and we shall be dangerous.

- Kahlil Gibran

Or as Mr. Poe Ballantine would have it:

"Thank you, God, I know I'm a fool."


Enemy of the Republic said...

Interesting. Yeah, I guess Gibran brings that out in us. I haven't read him for ages. Thanks for posting!

Inkblot said...

the third verse is my favourite- amazing poem this.

read the prophet years ago...perhaps time to reread.