Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 01:26:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jehangir Saleh <jehangirsaleh1@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Re: goodnight
To: Lindsey Young <saffroncomm@yahoo.ca>

there is, it seems to me tonight, a lot of saddness.
with the window open, the cool breeze comes from the
dark and on to my skin, and i’m not sure how to feel
about it.
neither am i sure how to feel about this saddness.

sadness is not bad, only that so much of it is
unnecessary. so much of it is our ego’s or our fears
or something that we were running from, but can’t
remember anymore. and this forgetfulness combined with
our sore legs makes us sad.

i would like to imagine a place where we are sad for
all the right reasons. that we grow our sadness from
the soil, from the earth so it is real, and we digest
it into our brains only when it is appropiate. but
then, i guess, there wouldn’t be a lot of poetry. or
at least, not the kind of poetry that i use to write.

if there must be saddness, make it useful. wear it
like a costume, don’t let it asborb into your body.
like it change and meld. like your body use this
saddness for something – let it be creative. transfer
the sadness to whatever you create.

we are all apart of history. the breeze was that from
so long ago. saddness has it’s role to play. use it.
and let to go, outside, to the night, so it may
cultivate in the ground and become something real.

jehangir

the old me in burned in my brain, it’s like she’s a copy of me, an inferior copy, who stands directly behind me, or is just under my skin, I’m not sure
Lindsey wrote, August 8th, 2006