Othering Jon Doble

Jon Doble

OTHERING

My name is….. I will not understand your name for it is too long and was too long in the making, far from here, contriving to confuse and obfuscate the essence of my here and now, puzzling the origins of words unknown. I will not understand your name.

My name is….. I will not hear your name for it does not heed the subtle stress that shakes my world and fears my judging differences of hearing out the trials of indifference to utter helplessness. I will not hear your name.

My name is….. I will not speak your name for I cannot yet articulate the strangeness and the incongruity of lost hope, and in its loss the deafness I inherit to all but the proclamation of me. I will not speak your name.

My name is….. I will not know your name for I will not, cannot fathom yet the depth of all but still water shaping your knowing, drowning out the knowledge of your now in the confidence of my conviction of your guilt. I will not know your name.

My name is….. We will not recognise your past, nor the story of your name, for there is but one mind in the absence held in the silence of our now without the presence of sister or bother. Your name is Other.