Man Scratch

Man Scratch

A Poem by Radad Ibn Nasir
"

A stick and some mud...

"

 

A man,

Is he and only that,

For when he walks,

He runs right back.
A forgetful being.

Who is forgiven for being,

A creature of intention without seeing.

 

 

© 2010 Radad Ibn Nasir


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Great piece. Although I've known some men that weren't creatures of intention but just floated with the current.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is wonderful, engaging from the first line!
Very well executed, and deeply powerful.
"A creature of intention without seeing"
...aren't we just.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

spectacular composition~ engaing presentation~ movement with depth through and through~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a great write

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"a forgetful being: who is forgiven for being"...that was the best...nice insight into our behavior

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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oh - this is an insight - an intense one at that - a tough one too - and the presentation - adds to the impact - yeah - i like what it does to my head!! - lots and lots to think about!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ditto on what India Brooks says. its very thought-provoking

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so wonderfully thought-provoking...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice. A look inside the mind of a man who knows himself. Nice.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Radad Ibn Nasir
Radad Ibn Nasir

Youngstown, OH



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