These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
sad indeed, there are other freedoms still freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness, freedom from having you as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness freedom from a reader who has nothing to offer except his own loneliness his having nothing to do freedom from being bored to death freedom from having nothing to say and comment freedom from this feeling of emptiness this bigotry this indigestion of dumb thoughts freedom from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance, freedom from thinking about freedom freedom from freedom itself there are more freedom from pain is useless now that you are
dead.
RIC S. BASTASA
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