Well..
The topic really has nothing to with the following. Its just something that i came across today and m still wondering if its worth wondering about. i hope to read this in a few months/years time and be in a better postion to write something meaningful abt this. cos right now, i am not sure if its true. anyway...
Leaves of grass:
In poetry, there is neither rhyme nor meter
absolutely free verse.
Just whatever u feel inside
coming out in its own intricate rhythm
Pure, unshamed passion
without definable restiction
U, basically, almost always, make your own rules.
so, then, who makes the rules?
all of us are always moving toward the truth
and when we think that we have it figured out
then, after that, whats left?
The topic really has nothing to with the following. Its just something that i came across today and m still wondering if its worth wondering about. i hope to read this in a few months/years time and be in a better postion to write something meaningful abt this. cos right now, i am not sure if its true. anyway...
Leaves of grass:
In poetry, there is neither rhyme nor meter
absolutely free verse.
Just whatever u feel inside
coming out in its own intricate rhythm
Pure, unshamed passion
without definable restiction
U, basically, almost always, make your own rules.
so, then, who makes the rules?
all of us are always moving toward the truth
and when we think that we have it figured out
then, after that, whats left?
Enough said.
Isnt it?
sometimes .. especially when you are stoned .. academia seems so off the point and philosophy seems so quite the thing you would just want to do and better things for yourself and others. but then thats not how it ever works.
If just thought and logic made money in this world, there would be no room for the fools, would there?
there is room for all.
there is no room for none,
maybe the topic does make sense.
or does it?
