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“Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.” Oscar Wilde
The Tenuous Nature Of Knowing Fragments of dreams scattered like confetti through the brown paper parcels of my life, strands of meaning needing to be sifted carefully as flour through a fine sieve. Through the brown paper parcels of my life come the instalments of almost understanding, carefully as flour through a fine sieve, the making of knowing as episodes. Come the instalments of almost understanding, epiphanies of the vast distant shore, the making of knowing as episodes, a record of the unconscious to share. Epiphanies of the vast distant shore, strands of meaning needing to be sifted, a record of the unconscious to share, fragments of dreams scattered like confetti. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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” Fragments of dreams scattered like confetti through the brown paper parcels of my life, ”
Can the life be this much complex?!
” a record of the unconscious to share, “
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The last stanza in particular resonates with me.
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Ah, yes, also the foundation hook for the poem, deeply embedded in my psyche.
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It’s the gathering of and appreciation for the fragments that makes them come together as a whole. Every strand is meaningful for the quilt.
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Good point Astrid, a lovely image/metaphor.
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Another great pantoum – love the quote too
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wonderful, thank you
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