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Martin Hayter Sounds like good ol' alienation and existential crisis to me.
Like · Reply · 2 April at 15:27
Stan Burfield yeah. ongoing........
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Stan Burfield The continuous realization of how little I can know. About even myself.
Like · Reply · 2 April at 15:28
Stan Burfield The longer the realization continues, the longer is the list of all the things I know I don't know.
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Stan Burfield So eventually what I do know is the shape left in space by the things I don't know. And the longer I stare at it, the sharper become its boundaries until it is an actual thing I do know, and then the things I don't know disappear in its light.
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Barbara Green Stan Burfield Ooh. I like that.
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Martin Hayter Stan Burfield I think it becomes a better poem if you add the wonderful realisation of "So eventually what I do know..." to the first line, which is bleak and nihilistic on its own.
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Stan Burfield Thanks, Martin.
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Martin Hayter You bet!
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Stan Burfield Though I think I do, I can't possibly know you or anyone but me, and can't seem to find or meet or see or know me.So eventually what I do know is the shape left in space by the things I don't know. And the longer I stare at it, the sharper become its boundaries until it is an actual thing I do know, and then the things I don't know disappear in its light.
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Martin Hayter Yeah, baby!
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