counting years of life
accumulated wisdom
aged erudition
ERUDITION
unveiled
to the past
&the future
to a
ambitious
pre-eminence
now
no longer
a given
to challenge
&
correct
the
irrelevant
moving
in
a different direction
once
besotted by
tradition
so
revelatory
yet
elemental
reach out
within
ourselves
afresh
to voyage
a complete
rethink
in
small
interventions
of the
moment
to the
postmodern
& be transformed
simultaneously
to make
evident
separately
ensure
relevance
of
the
scholarly
&
innovative
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
He made metalanguage of his own metalanguage and therefore had long since distanced himself from us, behold, he lived in the limbo of a virtual athenaeum and there sprinkled with letters and meanings the dough of bread-word that he consumed in the semantic fever of his post-erudite routine. From above, he saw that the world was collapsing for the lack of reason to live, people banging heads in search of the meaning of life without knowing that they were banging heads in search of the meaning of life. Never will I return to the infamous hall of commonplace, he said. I live here where the language beast lives, and there isn't a day that I don't sacrifice a little sanity for the sake of lexical adventures, he said. Tomorrow I discover that time as well as grammar can expand, that space is elastic and the verb dominates everything, he said. For now, the soap opera of daily human life and its stupid rush towards nothingness is enough for me, he thought. Then he closed one of his books and the world went dark. He smoothed his hair with one hand and with the other pointed at a cloud in the sky. - Hey cloud, I'm catching you, he said already hovering over this metaphor.
Erstwhile was my eye blind
To your most pristine shine,
Which best scans eschews
With a graceful guiling sign.
Yet now may my pupil sight
Your wondrous doings espy,
Which men's erudition mock
With wisest strategem high.
Most sterling sense I salute
In your ageless infinite trails,
Which world's charlatan wits
Shame as brazen lying tales.
Invincible light at last I find
Cached in your lasered writ,
Which does all sciences' ink
Render mere deluding crypt.