Some people are granite, and some are concrete---
water and sand stirred, then blown by hot air.
Due boundaries crumble away, and in their
place is left only a solid conceit.
Those who believe they are most unique
are the most anxious to sound, when they speak,
like partakers of profound experience.
Their claim mostly covers lack of confidence.
The most pathetic bids for literary attention
arise, often, for a self factured in its own contention
against literary tradition and convention.
You send me a poem to read:
you state that it is not very good.
Please tell me, therefore, why do you need---
my reading, and even more so why should
i spend my time (already tightly hemmed
in by committments) on a poem you have condemned.
When a young poet, I loved such ostentations.
But Doctor Bob P---, Professor of English, took me aside---
not to insult or mock---but just to provide
a brief review of these simple observations.
Starward
[jlc]
Ah haha thats gold! Who dat
Ah haha thats gold! Who dat wit
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you.
Thank you.
Seryddwr