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Clive Wearing: The Tragedy in Poetic Beauty
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
The sliver of time
in which you exist,
a splinter in the tree
but you can't see
the grain.
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
Playing the piano,
your closest kin:
the ivories strike chords
a thousand times over
without knowing
that they sounded
those very notes
mere moments ago.
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
Human driftwood,
with no past
and no future
and no present—
for what is present
but an accumulation
of your past
decorated with where
you're heading?
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
Unable to remember
the beginning of a thought
by the end of it.
And to think you once believed
in that pithy punk slogan
"always live in the moment!"
So choose your words wisely
lest the genie grant your prison
and you exist eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
** Inspired by the predicament of Clive Wearing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDNDRDJy-vo#t=01m20s
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
The sliver of time
in which you exist,
a splinter in the tree
but you can't see
the grain.
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
Playing the piano,
your closest kin:
the ivories strike chords
a thousand times over
without knowing
that they sounded
those very notes
mere moments ago.
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
Human driftwood,
with no past
and no future
and no present—
for what is present
but an accumulation
of your past
decorated with where
you're heading?
Eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
Unable to remember
the beginning of a thought
by the end of it.
And to think you once believed
in that pithy punk slogan
"always live in the moment!"
So choose your words wisely
lest the genie grant your prison
and you exist eternally ethereal,
permanent transience.
Well that's a nice thought, isn't it?
** Inspired by the predicament of Clive Wearing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDNDRDJy-vo#t=01m20s
Published 28th Feb 2011
| Edited 2nd Mar 2011
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Anonymous
4th Apr 2011 2:01am
The refrain is haunting and almost bitter. This is a dark, downbeat poem, but so beautifully expressed it transcends the mire of its own depression and becomes quite a pleasure to read. The second verse (excluding the refrains) is my favourite. I live in envy of this piece.
4th Apr 2011 2:09am
Well, I'm not quite sure if it deserves all that, but thank you nonetheless! I've always been amused by the contrast between idyllic, poetically beautiful sayings (such as 'always live in the moment') and what would happen if you actually did adhere to them.
