A tossed salad of art, poetry and ideas.
“Journalism is unreadable, and literature is not read.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist
Out Of Line
Everything’s in order, ready to go through.
Don’t step out of line… they won’t know what to do.
Pressed against the outer limit, shrouded sighs unfold,
till every one is pruned and dried and agonized, and old.
The Other, stepping through the open gate to all outside —
everybody knows that soon enough they’ll take him for a ride.
They’re eager now to turn away, not notice that he’s there,
and by their disregard of him they make him disappear.
They’re up in arms now, furious, because he wears a smile,
refusing to bow, to bend the knee to shadows or Seig Heil.
The mustard seed of mutiny is sown, they understand,
to the System they abide by, their Temple built for Man.
Inspired by Dylan’s “License to Kill” and the Parable of the Cave in Plato’s Republic.