Census Day – USA!

The Census-Taker ~ Robert Frost

I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening
To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house
Of one room and one window and one door,
The only dwelling in a waste cutover
A hundred square miles round it in the mountains:
And that not dwelt in now by men or women.
(It never had been dwelt in, though, by women,
So what is this I make a sorrow of?)
I came as census-taker to the waste
To count the people in it and found none,
None in the hundred miles, none in the house,
Where I came last with some hope, but not much,
After hours’ overlooking from the cliffs
An emptiness flayed to the very stone.
I found no people that dared show themselves,
None not in hiding from the outward eye.
The time was autumn, but how anyone
Could tell the time of year when every tree
That could have dropped a leaf was down itself
And nothing but the stump of it was left
Now bringing out its rings in sugar of pitch;
And every tree up stood a rotting trunk
Without a single leaf to spend on autumn,
Or branch to whistle after what was spent.
Perhaps the wind the more without the help
Of breathing trees said something of the time
Of year or day the way it swung a door
Forever off the latch, as if rude men
Passed in and slammed it shut each one behind him
For the next one to open for himself.
I counted nine I had no right to count
(But this was dreamy unofficial counting)
Before I made the tenth across the threshold.
Where was my supper? Where was anyone’s?
No lamp was lit. Nothing was on the table.
The stove was cold—the stove was off the chimney—
And down by one side where it lacked a leg.
The people that had loudly passed the door
Were people to the ear but not the eye.
They were not on the table with their elbows.
They were not sleeping in the shelves of bunks.
I saw no men there and no bones of men there.
I armed myself against such bones as might be
With the pitch-blackened stub of an ax-handle
I picked up off the straw-dust covered floor.
Not bones, but the ill-fitted window rattled.
The door was still because I held it shut
While I thought what to do that could be done—
About the house—about the people not there.
This house in one year fallen to decay
Filled me with no less sorrow than the houses
Fallen to ruin in ten thousand years
Where Asia wedges Africa from Europe.
Nothing was left to do that I could see
Unless to find that there was no one there
And declare to the cliffs too far for echo,
“The place is desert, and let whoso lurks
In silence, if in this he is aggrieved,
Break silence now or be forever silent.
Let him say why it should not be declared so.”
The melancholy of having to count souls
Where they grow fewer and fewer every year
Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.
It must be I want life to go on living.

 


City Silence

It’s so quiet,
the silence is roaring in my ears.

One of the Joys of living in the City, is the hum and thrum of activity.
A second Joy of living in the City, is when the masses leave for a short Holiday,
and there is Silence.

Those times are Memorial Day, Fourth of July, and Labor Day.

People exit the city for the Hamptons, Fire Island, the Jersey Shore, the Poconos, etc.
dievca usually opts to stay in the City.
These Holidays are not big tourist attractions and the drop in traffic is significant.

Ahhh, dievca should have never told you….

Wait, people come to the City for the hustle and bustle…so we should be fine.

The silent time was spent with Master upon His return,
a double delight for dievca.


Silence

Silence Breaks Your Heart

 

“Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?”
Lawrence Durrell, Justine (The Alexandria Quartet)

“You can hurt with your words but you can also hurt with your silence.” – Paulo Coelho de Souza

“Silence can be very painful. It can very easily be interpreted as not being acknowledged or not even worth someones time or effort. Silence can also show that someone was hurt beyond what words can express. With words you can at least know where things could stand. With Silence…you don’t know anything.” — TheUnrealMe-yahoo

 

The silent treatment can literally hurt.

If your partner decides that they doesn’t want to continue an argument that the two of you are having and they cut it off by not talking to you for an extended period…. 

During this time, you may feel isolated, rejected as well as physically sick.

Studies have shown that the section of the brain called the anterior cingulate cortex (ACC) not only detects and reacts to physical pain, but also to social pain. This includes being ostracized, bullied, and given the silent treatment.

So your body’s physical reactions to the mental anguish are real. Headaches, stomach-ache, and a general moment of feeling like shit. (adapted from TheStir)

The Daily Times:
Manipulation by silence can be more painful than words

“Falling Down” Silverstein
Cut through the skin with knives of words
I’m still bleeding out questions of nerve
What will it take to sort this out?
It’s still lodging its blade in my heart

Silence hurts more than the worst sound
Now it’s too late to call
Say I’m wrong and throw the first round
I’m still falling down

Fill out the paper, File the forms
And I’m signing you up for the war
This is the way we’ve learned to cope
Insecurities take over hope

Silence hurts more than the worst sound
Now it’s too late to call
Say I’m wrong and throw the first round
I’m still falling down

I can see, I can see you and me on the water tonight
Blood red sky lets me know you’ll be here by my side
And tomorrow we will wake up, We can start again
We have so much left to learn from all of our mistakes

You can trust me
I won’t give up
I won’t let you go
Cut through the skin with knives of words

Silence hurts more than the worst sound
Now it’s too late to call
Say I’m wrong and throw the first round
I’m still falling down

Silence hurts more than the worst sound
Now it’s too late to call
Say I’m wrong and throw the first round
I’m still falling down

Now, there are people who need to back off to think and function.  Introverts, in particular.  But, if the silence goes beyond an acceptable time — the extroverts (and others) are abused.
Please think of that when you are tired and want to cut someone off or out of your Life.  Buck up, be honest and direct.  It will be painful up front, but will save a great deal of mental anguish in the end. XO dievca
Distance doesn't seperate people, silence does.