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2002 Nikki Gnomide
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an ode to not-knowing
Sept 2004 as Nico Gnomide |
foreword:
on publication
Doesn’t it strike you as interesting that
the word public (from which the word, “publication” derives)
differs from the word pubic by only the letter “L”? With the
publication of these few poems I feel that I am now rendering public what
once was, in a sense, pubic, and therefore needing to be covered – as Paul
so delicately states.
Like those “things whispered in secret which are
destined to be shouted from the roof tops”, I now deem the time
appropriate to whisk the covers off and proffer some of my private
contemplations to you.
It is no accident, I think, that this pesky letter
“L”, which is so insistent that I bring my writing out of the closet, is
the twelfth in the alphabet. After all, there are twelve hours in the
day, twelve months in the year and twelve apostles who shouted from the
rooftops the good news, those secrets that God kept hidden until the
fulfillment of the times.
So, in keeping with this spirit of unveiling,
although of infinitely less import, I publish these poems for you.
(I had hoped there were
twelve poems, but there aren’t – but maybe there are? It depends on
how you count them.)
In the Spring of
2002 By: Nikki Gnomide |