“ The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little Hour or two--is gone. “
- Omar Khayyam
“There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.”
Jabberwocky. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
It is the way I can
relish a line of poetry, laud it like
a teenage girl in love, and have
missed that the rhymes aren't right.
The prose is deep purple.
This "poet" has no; idea
what a semicolon is
or when to break a line--and it
becomes readily apparent that
anyone, given a pen or keyboard
can write a pleasing line by accident.
Poets take that moment and make them
infinite. And, suddenly, that lovely
line means nothing anymore.