Lawrence Joseph - Inclined to Speak lyrics

I saw that. One woman, her personality described as sweet and her appearance as lovely, while performing her pre-dawn prayers, watched the attackers shoot to d**h her husband, her seven-year-old son, three of her brothers, as they grabbed her four-year-old son from her arms and cut his throat, then taking her and her two sisters away on horses and raping them. Of course it's genocide. And, yes, it brings to mind an issue I am constantly aware of in the making of the poem; Brecht's point, to write about trees—implicitly, too, to write about pleasure—in times of k**ing like these, is a crime; and Paul Celan's response to it, that for Brecht a leaf is a leaf without a tree, that what kind of times are these, when a conversation—Celan believed that a poem is a conversation—what kind of times are these when a poem is a crime because it includes what must be made explicit. What one sees and hears and imagines at the same time—that truth. A sort of relationship is established between our attention to what is furthest from us to what is deepest in us. The immense enlargement of our perspectives is confronted by a reduction in our powers of action, which changes the time of one's voice, reducing it to an inner voice inclined to speak only to those closest to us...