12-28-2011, 09:36 AM
"My poetry communicates because that is why I write it."
Well there is a nice bit of circular logic.
Cogito, ergo, cogito, cogito?
You might as well give up the facade. "Simple soul waverers" never write poetry; they would not see a compelling reason. Not because they are "waverers", but because a simple soul see everything as either obvious or beyond comprehension. However, being a "waverer", they would never be able to make all of those decision that are required to write poetry. The first time they had to choose between similar words they would freeze up. Despite all your protestations, you seem remarkably decisive. This is not to mention that one has to have a certain level of confidence in oneself and worldview to not only write poetry, but to post it on the web to be judged by the worthless masses.
"Dammit Jim, I'm just a simple country doctor, I'm not a miracle worker!" --Leonard McCoy, Chief medical officer of the Star Ship "Enterprise".
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"'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep."
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"Madam, how like you this play?"
"The lady protests too much, methinks."
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...and so do I!
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It's a deep boar. Hammy, leave me here awhile,
My soul does grow simple, and I would beguile,
all those tedious players who still today,
wonder aloud if reality is just a play,
the world is but an elaborate stage,
and we are being played upon!
Dale
Well there is a nice bit of circular logic.
Cogito, ergo, cogito, cogito?
You might as well give up the facade. "Simple soul waverers" never write poetry; they would not see a compelling reason. Not because they are "waverers", but because a simple soul see everything as either obvious or beyond comprehension. However, being a "waverer", they would never be able to make all of those decision that are required to write poetry. The first time they had to choose between similar words they would freeze up. Despite all your protestations, you seem remarkably decisive. This is not to mention that one has to have a certain level of confidence in oneself and worldview to not only write poetry, but to post it on the web to be judged by the worthless masses.
"Dammit Jim, I'm just a simple country doctor, I'm not a miracle worker!" --Leonard McCoy, Chief medical officer of the Star Ship "Enterprise".
_____________________________________
"'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep."
------------------------------------------
"Madam, how like you this play?"
"The lady protests too much, methinks."
-----------------------------------------
...and so do I!
______________________________________
It's a deep boar. Hammy, leave me here awhile,
My soul does grow simple, and I would beguile,
all those tedious players who still today,
wonder aloud if reality is just a play,
the world is but an elaborate stage,
and we are being played upon!
Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.