Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

Dictionary

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I guess we’re all a bunch of slackers, eh?  My excuse is that I fell asleep pretty much immediately upon returning home from school yesterday.  What’s yours?  😉

I actually did write a poem yesterday, though.  Seriously.
***************************************************************************************************
Words are permanent.
The order of letters
(memorized in grade school classrooms,
forgotten on grade school playgrounds)
never changes.
Meaning may fluctuate
over time
through generations
of misuse
or (worse) misunderstanding,
but words exist
with or without
     classrooms
     text messages
     e-mails.
The only stationary refuge
in a world of constant destruction.

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Written by Ashley

February 7, 2009 at 3:20 pm

Posted in Poem

2 Responses

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  1. I just read a chapter in a book about the formation of some early dictionaries….odd as that sounds, it was really fascinating. Made me think about how we take permanence and fixity for granted when really, they were just invented by someone else, shaped by the resources he had at hand (and didn’t) half a millennium ago.

    ARE words permanent?

    Becky

    February 8, 2009 at 7:48 pm

  2. Hmm… I think I will work this into another poem. Thanks Becky!

    TheSamsanator

    February 9, 2009 at 3:47 am


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