language circles the globe and which we will never speak

mornin'


 It is 2:56 am and this poem  seeded my  ad infinitum  foresight

View this message on the Web FRIDAY Jun. 25, 2010  LISTEN The Ghost of Walter Benjamin Walks at Midnight by Charles Wright The world's an untranslatable language ;without words or parts of speech. It's a language of objects Our tongues can't master, ;but which we are the ardent subjects of. If tree is tree in English, albero in Italian, That's as close as we can come To divinity, the language that circles the earth and which we'll never speak. Pass it on Peter