Vaguley Experimental

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)