sonietta

His name is endlessly on my tongue as if (like Phèdre) I held the name of God. Everything, every word I say, lately at least first forms itself in my mouth as his name and then metamorphoses into what it will become. Names have power, and I am learning that not every name has the same power over everyone. But for me, to see his name, to hear it in text in words aloud affects me curiously, strangely, irrationally and I lash out at others for profaning it though I cannot explain to them why. (did you ever wonder why the Philistines don't understand you?) So difficult I find it not to prattle on endlessly about my favourite