I’m in a phase where I feel like I don’t know anything. It’s difficult to write a blog entry of any substance right now. I’m doing a lot of reading. It feeds my unknowing more than reading usually does. It feeds this feeling that this world is almost unknowable. Knowledge can be overwhelming. And a bit immobilizing.
Something will come of all of this. I still write from time to time. I offer this draft of a poem which is somewhat on the subject…
This Is One Poem
I once heard of a tree named Discipline
I wanted to find it and revel in
its constant beauty
obeying duty
but alas, it left me wanderin’
Every ant distracts
Birds’ activity threatens
Intent and focus
A laziness of thought
becomes me
I wear it like
a cloak
an x-ray barrier
a pile of stones
that COPD elephant
incapacitating
movement
toward
forward
no word
for it
Antidisciplinstablishmentarianism
comes close