04-18-2016, 12:08 PM
The Idiot’s song
I see you from my solitude, we’re free to meet
but knowing there’s no use, I stay away. Everything
must be the best it can be, already. As expected.
Everything is the best it can be already, turning
in quantum tides around an arbitrary centre
that’s not there when I observe closely.
As expected.
I have to remember that observation can be
dangerous. Light beams become nano particles
when I’m not looking. I am made of light
and I change from wave to rock, to dust.
I often wonder why I bother. No one knows.
As expected.
Look at this ocean, such lovely peacock colours
but when I cup my hand the water is clear.
That’s clever, I think. Same with the sky.
If only human eyes can see it, is it real?
Everything moves in fractal patterns
of change, gathers together, spreads apart, in tune
with everything else. It all exists only in my head.
As expected.
a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s The Idiot’s Song https://books.google.co.nz/books?id=sTwNYG9qvFsC&pg=PR7&lpg=PR7&dq=the+idiot%27s+song+rilke&source=bl&ots=GEMbWEOObB&sig=PKuDCrv1bBqboPiasEkE81UqxR8&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj6rO6vkZfMAhWB36YKHU6fCtUQ6AEIUTAI#v=onepage&q=the%20idiot%27s%20song%20rilke&f=false
You can make an executive decision!
I see you from my solitude, we’re free to meet
but knowing there’s no use, I stay away. Everything
must be the best it can be, already. As expected.
Everything is the best it can be already, turning
in quantum tides around an arbitrary centre
that’s not there when I observe closely.
As expected.
I have to remember that observation can be
dangerous. Light beams become nano particles
when I’m not looking. I am made of light
and I change from wave to rock, to dust.
I often wonder why I bother. No one knows.
As expected.
Look at this ocean, such lovely peacock colours
but when I cup my hand the water is clear.
That’s clever, I think. Same with the sky.
If only human eyes can see it, is it real?
Everything moves in fractal patterns
of change, gathers together, spreads apart, in tune
with everything else. It all exists only in my head.
As expected.
a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s The Idiot’s Song https://books.google.co.nz/books?id=sTwNYG9qvFsC&pg=PR7&lpg=PR7&dq=the+idiot%27s+song+rilke&source=bl&ots=GEMbWEOObB&sig=PKuDCrv1bBqboPiasEkE81UqxR8&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj6rO6vkZfMAhWB36YKHU6fCtUQ6AEIUTAI#v=onepage&q=the%20idiot%27s%20song%20rilke&f=false
(04-18-2016, 10:53 AM)Achebe Wrote: Does it need to be a pome from this NaPM, forum, or can it be any poem written by anyone ever?
You can make an executive decision!