Silence is

Today's Journal of Note:

Night Train 7.2

http://www.nighttrainmagazine.com/contents.php

Poet and Poem of the Issue:

Blake Butler
"List of 50 (18 of 50): INCOMPLETE CONFESSION"

This poem blew me away. I felt implicated. So will you. Check it out and Butler's blog, too.

Everything leaves an impression, even if you don't know it. You can't unknow what you know. Does the sharing make it better or worse?

I've been thinking a lot lately about the unthinkable--the things we cannot express or don't dare say. The impossibilty of knowing all or even completely expressing what we think we know is a blessing and a curse, isn't it? Doesn't keep us from trying, though, or needing to. We have a need to express, to share, to purge, to confess. To lighten our hearts or put the burden on others. Still, there are some things we just can't bring ourselves to share or even admit to ourselves. And sometimes, even words fail. So how does one express that?

Also of interest: William Carlos Williams' Paterson and Heather McHugh's Broken English