Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Stitching poems

Sometimes you could take utterances by an individual over the course of their lives, stitch them together and form a composite of the person’s thought process. I had a little bit of fun the other day when I happened to cherry-pick utterances made by a well known individual at various points in his life. None of actual lines were written by me, they were just ‘sentenced’ together to create a poetic form… The stitching was fun…


Muddling through...

I don't particularly like it
when people put words in my mouth,
either, by the way, unless I say it.

I'm the master of low expectations,
I was a prisoner too, but for bad reasons.
I know what I believe.
I will continue to articulate
what I believe and what I believe, I believe.
What I believe is right.

I'm also not very analytical.
Just remember: it's the birds
that's supposed to suffer, not the hunter.
One has a stronger hand when,
there's more people playing your same cards.

Oftentimes, we live in a processed world
you know, people focus on the process
and not results. Are we going to be facile
enough to change? Will we be nimble enough?
Will we be able to deal
with the circumstances on the ground?
And the answer is, yes, we will.

I understand how tender
the free enterprise system can be.
When somebody builds
a new building,
somebody has got to come
and build the building.
And when the building expanded,
it prevented additional opportunities
for people to work.

You're free.
And freedom is beautiful.
I think we are welcomed,
but it was not a peaceful welcome.
And, you know, it'll take time
to restore chaos and order,
order out of chaos. But we will
I promise you - I will listen
to what has been said here,
even though I wasn't here.

And so, therefore,
we're cautious, about
encouraging people to
return at this moment of history –
I'm looking forward
to a good night's sleep
on the soil of a friend.

2 comments:

Tree said...

Fun! And it takes skill to put all those loose sentences together like this!

Sunil said...

Kimberley,
Can you guess whose words these were...