Collectivity

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demure101
demure101
211 Followers

Collective pleasure stays far from
collecting books or sculpture, string
quartets or Elizabethan songs.
It doesn't manifest itself in
late autumn rambles across the moors, grey
mornings unfolding, or the joys
of a pared orange's exact symmetries nor
does it have a call for games of the intellect –
chess players wont receive a hero's welcome.

Somehow, it seems,
collective pleasure goes for rows, drunkenness,
gut reactions and clamour of voices – chanting
abuse at the other party, wild celebrations –
the cup is ours! –
and demagogues twisting their public opinions
into using violence...
It's a cold wind that starts at dawn.

demure101
demure101
211 Followers
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DawnJDawnJover 11 years ago
The Herd Mentality, eh?

This poem reminds me very nicely of the rewards of being an individual, of the freedom and joy it gives. I like it. :)

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
YEA TO THOSE WHO HOARD

whether its knowledge or wealth, TK U MLJ LV NV