05-08-2017, 11:56 PM
Being as uncultured as I am, I struggle to catch on to a lot of the things that you are referring to. But looking at the poem from a purely aesthetic level, I think it is very brilliantly constructed, with some very clever internal rhymes throughout. If you intend for the wider, non academic crowd to grasp the meaning of the poem, I would advise that you make references to more famous examples of logic being used 'ie Pythagoras, newton, Einstein ect..'
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.- After a couple of reads I finally got this. But I'm not quite sure if it makes sense... How can these trees of logic you speak of, produce a breeze if they're not yet conceived?
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown.
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution?
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein.
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin.
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife.
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife.
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough.
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
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Being as uncultured as I am, I struggle to catch on to a lot of the things that you are referring to. But looking at the poem from a purely aesthetic level, I think it is very brilliantly constructed, with some very clever internal rhymes throughout. If you intend for the wider, non academic crowd to grasp the meaning of the poem, I would advise that you make references to more famous examples of logic being used 'ie Pythagoras, newton, Einstein ect..'
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.- After a couple of reads I finally got this. But I'm not quite sure if it makes sense... How can these trees of logic you speak of, produce a breeze if they're not yet conceived?
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown.
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution?
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein.
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin.
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife.
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife.
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough.
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
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Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.- After a couple of reads I finally got this. But I'm not quite sure if it makes sense... How can these trees of logic you speak of, produce a breeze if they're not yet conceived?
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown.
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution?
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein.
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin.
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife.
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife.
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough.
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
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Being as uncultured as I am, I struggle to catch on to a lot of the things that you are referring to. But looking at the poem from a purely aesthetic level, I think it is very brilliantly constructed, with some very clever internal rhymes throughout. If you intend for the wider, non academic crowd to grasp the meaning of the poem, I would advise that you make references to more famous examples of logic being used 'ie Pythagoras, newton, Einstein ect..'
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.- After a couple of reads I finally got this. But I'm not quite sure if it makes sense... How can these trees of logic you speak of, produce a breeze if they're not yet conceived?
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone.
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown.
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution.
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution?
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein.
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin.
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife.
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife.
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough.
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff.
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism".
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism.
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments.
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense.
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten.
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten.
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