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after archie, the moth

after archie, the moth

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Loved Don Marquis' creation, not nearly as famous as it should be. Younger people should scour second-hand book-shops and find "Archie and Mehitabel". I still agree with what I said in this poem, it is a warning not to lose touch with life for fear, fear is good, it keeps us alive, but it should be something which we control, not something which controls us. On the other hand I think the poem is badly writter. To steal from Borges, I want to be judged by what I intended to write, not by what I have actually written.
Loved Don Marquis' creation, not nearly as famous as it should be. Younger people should scour second-hand book-shops and find "Archie and Mehitabel". I still agree with what I said in this poem, it is a warning not to lose touch with life for fear, fear is good, it keeps us alive, but it should be something which we control, not something which controls us. On the other hand I think the poem is badly writter. To steal from Borges, I want to be judged by what I intended to write, not by what I have actually written.

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Published by: Global Villain on Jan 15, 2010
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AFTER ARCHIE A moth when it flies at the fatal light, is no more foolish than any man That moth

is fooled by our artifice, it has no hope to understand But we who put the trap in place, we who design the trip and snare Let ourselves be taken in, although we should be more aware We who were born for freedom, under guiding stars and open skies Our windows shuttered our bolted doors, we close ourselves in at night, And then we sit and mock the moth whose instinct leads to light When we have shut the lights outside and given in to fright I suspect we were born to far greater things, to follow brighter stars Instead of hiding the world outside we should have held close. Not to build and blight, to smother in cement and stone and glass Not to live forever in immortal decrepitude and dust Rather to touch the burning flames and to joyfully ignite To burn in passionate fire and release our souls to flight.
viernes, 27 de julio de 2007,

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