Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Modernist

The following poem I wrote for my creative writing class is inspired by my modern poetry class.

The Modernist


Poetry is the highest form of

everything.

How could one understand the world any other way?

Only poetry.


Religion?

What nonsense.

While, I have respect for the spiritual

and even the mystical in this world,

look around!

and see nothing.

Nothing except

tears and blood

Surely you can see

that there is nothing to see.

Nothing is at hand.

Nothing is to come.


Fine, not religion

but science is supreme you say?

My friend,

Not everything can be reduced to:

Data

facts

hypothesis

trends

studies

cases

statistics

analysis

knowledge.


Poetry is supreme.

Knowledge is endless.

It lives in a realm that data

and statistics fail to encapsulate.


Imagination by definition is endless.

Science cannot study the imagination with

data, facts, and analysis

that eventually stop.

Poetry,

the only form that can present the endless.