I was intentionally stranded on a website when I found this. It was tickling. And again, I wasn't being sarcastic. Whoever has read Hamlet might find it quite funny. |
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There will be a time when we've all come to understand the deepest meaning of "nothing is going to change my world ". Goddess of the moon had born on the Mount Cynthus, under the shelter of the new moon. When she was born, the new phase was begun. Though my name is an epithet of hers, i was born beneath the waning crescent. And that old moon which reluctantly shone before me told me that that was the end of the phase. I was born when everything is dying. And I, myself, have been dying, ever since the day of my birth. I was not startled, and never am. For to live is to die. For living is dying. But why do we encumber ourselves with the thought of it's us who are responsible to enshrine something on this earth of mankind? Why do we mourn ourselves while our bones are still covered by flesh? I can't represent myself as a thinker. Human have brains. Thinking is a natural act of mankind. Therefore, i'm not a thinker. I am a human. Mother, in a small talk, once said that i have no heart -whether it was intentional or not, i do not know. I don't care much about such opinion. But i admit i have a problem with most sentimentalists. What is a sentimentalist? "A man who sees an absurd value in everything and doesn’t know the market price of any single thing," said Cecil Graham. I have a problem with them as much as I have a problem with a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing. I believe in moderation, in balance.
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