https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-527-sir-reality-and-11-unicorns en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 01:04:09 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11007-thinking-motif https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11007-thinking-motif Thinking Motif It is quite possible the trees require little attention — it is only wood and ants and leaves and bark. Besides, the way the cat-tails frame each puddle of pond there’s a better poem disclosed in water. But maybe the trees are in need of gazing, and that is why they spread and shake and whisper. They bud — and we inhale, culling one moment from another. Maybe there are no trees, only blobs of leafy anchors; projections of twigs and nests where nothing owls float in nothing skies. It is only words not real conversation, you’ll whittle what you want and drop the shavings to earth, unable to grasp the beauty of a tree in the company of flames. ... more Ryan Wilbur Sir Reality and 11 Unicorns Thu, 26 Feb 2009 14:26:36 GMT /section-527-sir-reality-and-11-unicorns#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11007 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11007 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11007 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10318-i-didn-t-mean-to-kill-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10318-i-didn-t-mean-to-kill-you I didn’t mean to kill you but a blade of grass shouldn’t pierced your heart, nor should a flower thieve the sense of phantom you share with headstone. After all, what is this place we speak of, this world of hammer and luxury? Is it not a facade of sweat and wrinkled brow, a keepsake at a rummage sale? Do the merchants not stare at you from the box in your dying room? I do not know, but I didn’t mean to kill you. I didn’t mean to bring the remnants of your iris to this motif of thatch and straw; to draw you in only to lay you down on the anxieties of nest and rocking cradle. There is too much going on to argue growing flowers, I meant only to exalt you over farm and plough, above the robot arms and factories desecrating your fable. You only need to be reminded, stirred just a little, you are not your tools, you are not your origins, you are not what the science books say, you happened after language And I didn’t mean to kill you. ... more Ryan Wilbur Sir Reality and 11 Unicorns Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:04:21 GMT /section-527-sir-reality-and-11-unicorns#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10318 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10318 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10318