How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…
Tag: Poetic Philosophy
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Sitting in the car…
Sitting in the car
Trying to think
Writing a poem’(Empty page)
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where to go…APPENDIX – Poem editing history
This appendix shows the various versions of the poem until I considered it ‘final’ to publish. Even though there is no such thing as ‘final’ in art, I find it useful for me to document the various versions of the poem and see how my thought evolved.
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the carI think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)Sitting in the car
Despaired
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving now
Confident
Knowing where to go
Not looking back
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from a car
With an empty shell
Trying to write a poem now
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…Sitting in the car
Despaired
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving now
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from the car
Away from an empty shell
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
Trying to do something
So that I stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Sitting in the car
Despaired
Thinking what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
A cat
Music
A car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from everything
But I’m still here
Empty
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
I need to do something
To stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Sitting in the car
Despaired
Thinking what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
A cat
Music
A car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from everything
But I’m still here
Empty
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
I need to do something
To stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Trying to think
Writing a poem
Sitting in the car
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where she goesSitting in the car
Trying to think
Writing a poem’(Empty page)
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where to go…
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Dying stars…
A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…
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