Vaguley Experimental

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Vaguley experimental poem:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Picture of Words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is so easy to be melodramatic, to pour dark

 

 

 

Lines of text, as though they were your

 

 

 

Life blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To look at them and dwell down there, amongst

 

 

 

Those somber letters, sitting in your own,

 

 

 

Self enforced, cage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is much harder to sing in such a way, as to

 

 

 

Make your pleasure, that flicker smile,

 

 

 

Really known

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yet what ever I type on my mental ticker-tape

 

 

 

And stream past my searching eyes

 

 

 

Is nothing at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How can I describe it, and know you have felt it

 

 

 

Like I have, to give you a sense of something

 

 

 

You canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t touch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With your hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a diamond

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I stare at a blank page for eternity

 

 

 

And never express a single part of reality

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(The title is a reference to the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, and to Wittgenstien's theory of language in general)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(touch/ with your hand/ like a diamond - a reference to Death of a Salesman)