30/07/2008
Breakthrough
Thats exactly what i need...
In the area of rest...
And i sit here staring...
Thinking about the possibilities in life while i imagine myself somewhere else in this world, doing something more interesting, impactful, lasting and meaningful than studying.
I will colour my world, i will bring sound to it, and remove the noise.
Lit was awesome today. The great society, is one of the most contorted yet beautiful poems i ever encountered. Let the poem do the speaking.
The Great Society
by Robert Bly
Dentists continue to water their lawns even in the rain:
Hands developed with terrible labor by apes
Hang from the sleeves of evangelists;
There are murdered kings in the light-bulbs outside movie theaters:
The coffins of the poor are hibernating in piles of new tires.
The janitor sits troubled by the boiler,
And the hotel keeper shuffles the cards of insanity.
The President dreams of invading Cuba.
Bushes are growing over the outdoor grills,
Vines over the yachts and the leather seats.
The city broods over ash cans and darkening mortar.
On the far shore, at Coney Island, dark children
Playing on the chilling beach: a sprig of black seaweed,
Shells, a skyful of birds,
While the mayor sits with his head in his hands.
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Why would the king die in the light bulb?
Stanza 1, line 4
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These pictures are stunning.And imagine myself being there to see it, touch it, feel, hear and sense the vastness of its beauty. No, i sit here yearning for sleep as i rush through my work.
And i guess, my simple escape, would be typing my thoughts.
Breakthrough
God
I
Am
Asking
For
So
much
More
than This.
Scintillate, Sparkle, Shine
