Thursday, November 20, 2014
Personal Crisis of an Uprooted Rationalist
"[...] the way the old dog walked, with clotted, tired fur; down nobody's alley, being nobody's dog."
~~ Charles Bukowski~~
Nineteen months lived;
nineteen different melodies,
seen but heard;
Narrated experiences. Inexperienced.
Sands in glass — labelled, tagged, marked; owned.
Lost never had.
Binaries interplayed in dimensions;
rhetorics of counter-rhetoric.
Rationality, a reluctant absurdist. Farce.
Centres and Margins. Annihilate.
Of cultivated necessity begotten,
a Destruction. Shivers.
Identities, transcendent signifiers.
Epiphany. Not broken illusions.
Quantum of logical aesthetics.