Near nakedness

I think that we communicate only too well
in our silence, in what is unsaid –and that what takes place is
a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.

There are two silences.
One when no word is spoken, the other when perhaps a torrent of language is being employed.

When true silence falls we are still left with echo –but are nearer nakedness.

In 1962 playwright Harold Pinter delivered a speech in Bristol on ‘Writing for the Theatre’. Pinter’s speech inspired this week’s piece, and the three that follow.

Dream intentionally - while you’re awake.