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.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Remains of the day 2
There was music, there was light Eyes twinkling, smiles bright A champagne flute lay broken on the floor
Buy cheese, buy squash The carpet needs a wash More lists more chores more life
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