TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 16

The path you take is often seemingly chosen for you. Whether you assent to the predicted role in your life is not clear, as you are trained into it. In a similar vein, you are trained by a teacher to be an artist. This is a process in itself. When this is done, it is expected that your own personal artistry breaks out, now that you have a craft and know the rules.

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“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” Graham Greene

The Script

Before us we see a volume,

Full of flowing script,

It tells a tale of its own,

Disjointed as it is.

Why do we chronicle our times?

Is it to learn about ourselves,

As we write for the scholar,

Leafing through a record ancient?

We tell a tale in our daily action,

Counting not only money but conscience,

The label and the name announcing,

The fare, the tax and the purpose.

For whom do we tell this tale?

It is for our own edification,

A proof in ink of worthiness,

Or are we living wrote by someone else?

“This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.” Kafka Franz