After CavafyA Poem by Ken e Bujold‘Go find yourself another
country, far away city shore … Memphis, Thebes, Timbuktu -- God knows where … Anywhere but
here!’ Someplace free from the stodgy squabs,
old men, the never-ending counter
revolutions … Go, find yourself a purpose,
some reason beyond this hour-to-hour existence
of lazy decomposition, waiting
for news of how little life’s left to squander
… And though I never would drift
too far from the familiar shores of our old neighborhood, I’d
never forgot your precautionary warning -- where
matters of the mind are concerned -- don’t hope for
art, the illusionary ship of fools. When all’s said
and done, what’s left should speak through the generations to
how much you sweated to destroy
everything else in this world. Ken e Bujold © 2024 Ken e Bujold
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Added on October 13, 2024 Last Updated on October 13, 2024 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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