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"He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arms out wide. `I will go mad!' he announced."

- Arthur discovering a way of coping with life on Prehistoric Earth.



Where will you go today?

"Watch your mouth, kid, or you're gonna find yourself floating home."

- Han Solo
poetry:favorite-poems:mind

Mind

An old favorite of mind, both for it's imagination, and also for it's ablility to make one think outside the box… and see things anew and in a brighter persective.

Mind in its purest play is like some bat
That beats about in caverns all alone,
Contriving by a kind of senseless wit
Not to conclude against a wall of stone.


It has no need to falter or explore;
Darkly it knows what obstacles are there,
And so may weave and flitter, dip and soar
In perfect courses through the blackest air.


And has this simile a like perfection?
The mind is like a bat. Precisely. Save
That in the very happiest of intellection
A graceful error may correct the cave.


– Richard Wilbur
poetry/favorite-poems/mind.txt · Last modified: Apr 6, 2014 (5 years ago) by Matt Bagley