Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

Eulogy for Academia

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The inspiration for this poem is multi-faceted.  Being frustrated by my grad class this semester – constantly reading articles that go around and around the issues of composition in the 21st century (intellectual masturbation, really), I took a break from reading to try to write a poem.  I opened up my Google Reader, which I so often do when I am procrastinating and saw this article shared by my cousin, Hilary.  This was simply too good to be true.

So, here it is.  My Eulogy for Academia (because, in my mind, it is dead):

 And then an idea sparks
like fire in your brain.
You turn it around
letting the air fan it
until it grows and grows.

And the heat starts to melt
your waxy skin,
dripping in drops like sweat
down your breasts,
over your stomach,
continuing its descent
over your legs,
pooling at your feet.

What to make of this
idea at your feet
that used to be a spark
like fire in your brain? 



Written by Ashley

February 27, 2009 at 2:52 am

Posted in Poem

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  1. wow kinda depressing.
    Though the intellectual masturbation part made me laugh. my dad always called it mental masturbation, but we wont argue semantics here


    February 27, 2009 at 5:22 am

  2. Ah, so many ideas do end up this way.


    February 27, 2009 at 5:37 am

  3. PS I also like the use of the Walter and Pamola picture…very fitting


    February 27, 2009 at 6:19 am

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