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Something tells me I know

Nothing.

Everything I have learned today makes me hungry for tomorrow.  

What remains?  You remain

A constant reminder that I know nothing of this place I call home - 

They call home of the brave.

Do they know 

Anything?  Perhaps they are the same as me.

But I don't pretend to know anything.  Perhaps that is worse.

 

Someone told me not to feel

Guilt.

How can that be when I live the life I live, nothing particularly special to anyone else,

but to me - and to you

As a husband and a wife take their lives in the desert.  

They can't pay their mortgage; it was their last resort.

Ah, this crisis, this crisis we alone have birthed then named 

"economy".

I don't know this person, this idea

Who holds us by the pride and laughs in our....

It reminds us of our own greed.  "Oh you Americans", it berates.

"Thought you were so mighty,

So high".

We were high.  Then we choked on our smoke.

The smoke we've blown up our own...

I won't be controversial.

I'm not anti-American.

But sometimes anti-American dream - 

turned nightmare for some.

 

Somehow I've been

Inspired.

The Steinian, Woolfian,

Plath-ian?  Is on my

mind again.

They'll never leave.  They'll transform into

Something under my boot soles.  

No matter where this world goes.

Oh, the mad women whose shadows engulf mine.

Bronte's is in the attic, Woolf's is in a room - or is it the river?  They told me

but I forgot.

And Plath.  Hers sees a jar.

You know what I mean.

Or do you pretend?  It's okay.

I do too.

I don't speak that language.  I don't understand that intellectual...

I won't be intellectual.

But sometimes I pretend.  Perhaps that is worse.

 

Reviews

[Bennett Logan]

"But sometimes I pretend. Perhaps that is worse."
Though only repeated once, this line is what made the poem for me.

I love it. I love the swagger in this poem... All the intellectuals and politicians in the world can't figure out a way to make our societies tolerable places to live, so the responsibilty falls on us. And so we're left with the intellectuals and politicians to figure it all out. :) Really good stuff here... Keep up the good work!

[Bud]

I think that your first line sums up life altogether. Just when we think that we know something...even with all the knowledge that exists, we nothing at all after all is said and done. This is a Remarkable piece.

"I don't speak that language. I don't understand that intellectual...
I won't be intellectual.
But sometimes I pretend. Perhaps that is worse."

I particularly like these last lines. What the most is the overall depth that this piece has. It truly gives the reader many things to ponder...making one really think. Excellent work of art!

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Your first stanza was amazing! And I was captured by your first sentence. "What do we really know?" WE KNOW NOTHING!!! We absolutely share the same sentiment as it pertains to what's truly patriotic and what should be questioned as such.

"Somehow I've been
Inspired.
The Steinian, Woolfian,
Plath-ian? Is on my
mind again.
They'll never leave. They'll transform into
Something under my boot soles."

This probably will go over some's head, but I completely understand the influence of how modern these influences are. All in all, this piece is completely raw and intelligently questions what understanding truly is...... Great write! I'm snapping my fingers in applause!