Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. ~ Samuel Beckett
Line of enquiry: Newton’s First Law of Motion (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
love is contagious
fall in love
and many suitors will crawl out of the worn woodwork
a plethora of choices
confusing and so tempting
their motivation puzzling
spurred on by the common herd mentality
similar to following the politician who embraces pseudo-science
they do not have brakes
if you do not love
everything
and everyone seem hostile
escaping to your private abditory
might protect you from hurtful experience
but like a mixed metaphor
an implicature will lead to a pratfall
requiring others to mop up after you
your inertia inevitably noted
interaction with others
forms groundwork
for relationships
the external stimuli
essential for the development of empathy
open heart and mind
as a stagnant entity just cannot grow
but happily balter through the cobbled streets of life
validate your existence
Welcome to McPoetry Soup. May I take your order, please?
Sure. Give me a McSonnet and a McSoda.
What would you like on your McSonnet?
Oh. How about a McMetaphor and a McSimile?
Well, we're all out of McMetaphors. You can have a Mixed Metaphor, though
No thanks. Er, cancel the McSonnet. I'll take a McMonorhyme instead.
OK. Don't be brave. Please lave before you satisfy your crave, you knave.
No, no. McNever! The McMonorhyme SANDWICH!
The one over which they McRave in the grave?
Fugettaboutit, ok? I'll just stick with a McSoda.
McSmall, McMedium, or McLarge?
McPlease just go away, would you?
I McWould if I McCould. But I'm McStuck here all McKnight.
Scene fades out: McMutter, McMumble, McGrumble, McStumble…
(Exeunt all)
(Victorian artist William Holman Hunt was
both attracted and repelled by his models)
Can we agree that, terrified of sex,
Hunt couldn’t help but hunt it, seek it out?
There doesn’t seem to be a shred of doubt.
He felt his women exercised some hex,
conspiracy throughout the lower decks,
full frontal on his Puritan redoubt!
He hated what he couldn’t live without
(the only punter in the multiplex).
And Annie, Fanny, Edith – on they came,
alluring, curing, reassuring, fey,
and Hunt (who fastened fast on blame and shame)
was racked by guilt and had to run away.
Another mantis, but the same old prey,
(mixed metaphor) Hunt headed for the flame.