“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label efficiency. Show all posts
Showing posts with label efficiency. Show all posts
Friday, November 11, 2016
(in)Tuit
The silent one knowing,
failing how to say
without both saying
and knowing wrong.
Is indignified by others,
esteemed by self-sufficiency
and exhibits a corresponding
lack of regard.
Not you.
It was another time,
and always the same
we made more than may be
handled, physically, intrinsically-
Innate to few, too few,
find efficiency fair enough
or judicious for All
intents and purposes.
Say nothing (more).
Photo (held) By Smithsonian Institution [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Doris Caesar, American Sculptor. Description from Wiki "Doris Caesar sculpted expressionist figures of women, religious figures and flowers. She used distortion and an emotional, loose style in which the unsmoothed thumb marks in the clay remained as a textural element in the finished bronze pieces. Over time, her style developed to be more smooth-surfaced. She was also a prolific writer publishing "Phantom Thoughts" in 1933 and "Certain Paths" in 1935."
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