Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

A Bad Greek Poem


Poetry that has survived across the ages and is supposed to be the best of the lot. Read this poem, and have a re-think.

I fell in love.
Who hasn't?
I partied.
What's new?
I had been
driven mad.
By whom?
By Aphrodite.
To hell with her.
My hair
is getting grey now,
announcing
I am at
the age of discretion.
When it was
time to play,
I played.
That's over.
Now wiser counsels
will prevail.

Philodemus (c. 110-35 BC)
(Ancient & Modern; Peter Jones; 1999)

Poetasters of the world, I think there is hope for ye yet. I need not seek the icy mountains of despair yet.

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