tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343773643758367735.post3212346218277097299..comments2023-10-29T11:15:37.625-04:00Comments on sleeping alone and starting out early: About sleeping alone and starting out earlyJenna McWilliamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07767988531102621970noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343773643758367735.post-68181588457959512562009-11-08T23:19:11.352-05:002009-11-08T23:19:11.352-05:00My favorite bits were:
"My hands are red nes...My favorite bits were:<br /><br />"My hands are red nested birds for now and preliminary tests indicate only that I may be fine" and "They will never find their task completed. They will never name it."<br /><br />The theme of the poem seems to be "here's something wonderfully salient--something that almost makes sense, but then it doesnt--this thing is elusive." So the form of the poem is a metaphor for the pursuit of truth. The closer you get to it, the more excitement you feel in its closeness and the more pain you feel for not being able to touch it directly.<br /><br />I feel your existential pain. I sometimes feel like there are so many stray wires in my brain just begging to be hooked up and if I could just take that one last step I could snatch them all up and spark weld them together, and I would be a god.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04911407429059427849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343773643758367735.post-21858160394487548912009-04-02T11:12:00.000-04:002009-04-02T11:12:00.000-04:00Bloody brilliant. Well done!Bloody brilliant. Well done!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14143437270821045863noreply@blogger.com