I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
To, “Well, I’m leaving!” Sometimes, the best response is: “Be quick about it!”
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Don’t Stop Certain phrases are especially packed with polysemy, no? I mean, a phrase that is greeted with wild adulation in one context
We're blithely pretending that all is well Naively mistaking icing for cake Under the lullaby tolls the death knell Crises and catastrophes multiply
Images proliferate in our time With which no real thing can truly compare Relishing unrequited desire, our crime Machines present our eyes with rich banquets
“We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.” ― Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed When we casually say, “I read you loud and clear,” do we know what we mean?
Forms are nostalgic for smooth formlessness Art, craft, science: all impose; all demand Rude is the will that somethings nothingness
If you were using your device to learn I would not hate it with such fierce resolve; If knowledge were not something one must earn
When did awkward become anathema? The cult of smooth has not always reigned thus; Long ago, gauche moves made no agita
Your eye is careful, so discerning Caution will mark me a craven coward But rash boldness will show me blundering Smug confidence will win me no award
You can smell it in the grey afternoon The slow disintegration of small joys The feeling that the end is coming soon Not of the world, or life, but of the toys
This is merely a poem I have an odd idea These students don’t get it And I think they have taught me to understand why
When a mind made of language Revises itself What does it alter, and why?
