Thursday, April 26, 2012

Two poems I wrote a few years ago:

Potsherds and Broken Glass
Potsherds and broken glass
the ground is silky strewn
with sections
stolen from the whole

But the bowl is not found
In the clay that surrounds it
But in the space contained;
The idea that maintains it

The vase without flowers
Waits the long hours
to fall off its pedastal
and break.

I've been noticing that a lot of people that put academic areas as their interests (I've noticed this especially with neuroscience and philosophy) are those that know very little about those areas.

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