What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Friday, June 09, 2006
SUBMISSION
Is love a competition? Then surely am defeated No power nor will to wrest my claim
So let me turn my being Just turn it right inside out And paint it with stoic indifference
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