9.16.2014

come from afar

To be a poet from another planet.

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Anonymous said...

"In search of nonsense I searches high and low, everywhere which I could think of that anything of any nonsensical value remained unfathomed in the depths of semantics, in between the words which have no name and the sounds which blasted out nonsense soundly from largely reverberating drums of confusing noise, which spoke to the world of newer things yet to come which could enlighten a seeker after knowledge neither unbounded by logic nor imprisoned by reason; or whether reason would take me or not, I sought hither and thither between the gaps in my perceptions and the limits of my understandings, and forthwith came up with nothing new upon the subject of not knowing more about nonsense, either in its purest form or otherwise; but, still, I continued with my quest for the truth of it, even if this is a lie, a damn right lie, a complete lie, and nothing short of nonsense itself. Here though, perplexed by my own exposition and finding nothing new under the sun, I stood, hesitant, exposed as a piebald fool; yet still and yet still again, after a brief pause which was neither rushed by its lack of continuance nor hurried by its inordinate length, I searched again undaunted for nonsense and all it stands for in the world of discourse that isn't just so, and more; and it was not in vain that I searched, since no nonsense resulted from it that was not complete in itself and itself complete nonsense, and thus found what I was looking for, if only through its complete lack of presence."