oz@yetti.UUCP (Ozan Yigit) (08/29/85)
Here is my very favorite bizarre-poem, by R.D. Laing.
(Actually, it may not be all that bizarre..) Enjoy..
Oz
One is inside
then outside what one has been inside
One feels empty
because there is nothing inside oneself
One tries to get inside oneself
that inside of the outside
that one was once inside
once one tries to get oneself inside what
one is outside:
to eat and to be eaten
to have outside inside and to be
inside the outside
But this is not enough. One is trying to get
the inside of what one is outside inside, and to
get inside the outside. But one does not get
inside the outside by getting the outside inside
for;
although one is full inside of the inside of the outside
one is on the outside of one's own inside
and by getting inside the outside
one remains empty because
while one is on the inside
even the inside of the outside is outside
and inside oneself there is still nothing
There has never been anything else
and there never will be
R.D. Laing
Knots - 1970
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You see things; and you say "WHY?"
But I dream things that never were;
and say "WHY NOT?"
G. Bernard Shaw (Back to Methuselah)