07-20-2011, 07:25 PM
Okay, I'm going to take a shot in the dark and guess what this poem means: the world is ordered in such a repressive fashion, based on our egos and faulty perceptions of reality, that we are not free. We are allowed no latitude, but must live our lives from A to Z with no deviations or passions. Thus the narrator implores us to "shake [our] plates" and create a wave. Doesn't matter if it's tidal (destructive) or not; either way it will be a rebellion against the soul-crushing norm.
Am I close?
Am I close?
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe