T (no first name) Wignesan


Villanelle: The Poietics of Being


This World and All that we see and cannot
Came into being without warning
With its Past and Future replete with plot

There’s no such thing as the Present in slot
For there’d be no one to see in Yijing*
This World and All that we see and cannot

Those that want to see this World in their cot
Give it incomplete myth and beginning
With its Past and Future replete with plot

That’s why it’s endless and far too way out
Made to elude any true mind’s probing
This World and All that we see and cannot

Break this eternal chain: the sexual knot
And the Yang will allay the Yin binding
With its Past and Future replete with plot

No Heaven will be claimed by senseless clot
Mindless matter will then clash clang and cling
This World and All that we see and cannot
With its Past and Future replete with plot

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

*Poietics: the science and/or philosophy of creation.
Cf. T. Wignesan. Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation.
Allahabad: Cyberwit.net,2008, xiv-214p.

*Yijing: the Canon of Changes. Among others, Cf. Richard John Lynn (transl.) . The Classic of Changes. New York: Columbia University Press,1994,602p.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2013

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