Friday, November 09, 2012

When I attempted to study English Literature many many years ago, it was mainly driven by my love for poetry... But, the exaggerated study of stanzas and hidden meanings and different interpretations became uninspiring. I did not like how something so beautiful and romantic had become such an ordinary affair. It was not for me and so, I dropped it. I always felt that poetry is like a piece of art at a museum that cannot be touched. I observe it from a distance, lost in its beauty, close enough to discern all the details - and then I go away... I go away long enough to never take it for granted, to never lose my desire for it.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

:)
Well then here's to you..
May you always control where you stand. Or attempt to.

poshlemon said...

Anonymous,

and here's to you too!

:)

Anonymous said...

I've been reading you and yours for years now.. I wish you're able to get your thoughts in a line more often.. not that I don't understand.
.. my name is Greg :)

poshlemon said...

And I am Posh :)

Greg thank you. I wish so too, but as the song goes, sometimes "words don't come easy."

Anonymous said...

Dear Posh,

My name is John. I honestly read most often what you write, and like it, but what amazes me most is.. your voice.