“Mining for Meaning” - a poem about study
Published 1 year, 4 months ago in My life.Mining for Meaning
They sent me to work in the University
Going 120 pages deep each week
And mining for meaning
So I don’t have to work in the hot sun
Or dirty my hands dealing with the unwashed masses
So I learnt about nature in all its pristine beauty
And the depth of each person’s feelings
Searching the unsearchable
No time to look around, lest I miss the vein of truth
That must be chiselled out of every textbook
It’s much easier now, as I descend the ladder
To my high distinctions
My eyes have accustomed
Cultivated a blur that smudges all beyond 30 cm beyond recognition
I don’t get distracted any more
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Experimental effect
stands errect.
Probability, futility,
statistics,, incredibility.
Pavlovs dog
whata hog.
That will do
to much due
cheerio
shadowmaster
I think I would need to use factor analysis to discover the theme/contention of your poem, Shadowmaster. Forgive me but I am baffled.
that was the point nebs
cheerio
shad
Enjoy the ivory tower - won’t be too long before the clinical side of things will indeed have you among us unwashed masses!
Have you got a rich aunt suffering no more from arsenic Vegemite sandwiches, that enabled you to afford university fees?
I can’t afford university fees… I have an enormous debt waiting at the gates to rough me up as soon as I get out.