Consummation Of Grief I even hear the mountains the way…
““Consummation Of Grief I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock it becomes knobs upon my dresser it becomes paper on the floor it becomes a shoehorn a laundry ticket it becomes cigarette smoke climbing a chapel of dark vines. . . it matters little very little love is not so bad or very little life what counts is waiting on walls I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A vivid, chaotic meditation on grief, nature, and existential longing, blending surreal imagery with personal struggle.
In simple terms: Grief feels overwhelming and tangled with everyday life.
Find moments of beauty amid sorrow.
Themes
Mood
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When to use this quote
- nighttime reflection
- writing sessions
- walking in nature
- listening to water
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What personal losses does this evoke?
- How can art transform pain into meaning?
The dense, abstract language may obscure the core message for some readers.