We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
You have joined the ranks of the comedy greats who left us too soon. A deeply unsettling reminder that the laughter elicited by our finest clowns often comes at an exorbitant personal price. I hope you have found the peace who sought for in life, Mr. Williams.
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pyke:
You should come visit and we'll take you to them ;) Sigh that picture of Robin Williams makes me tear up
justmefw:
nice writing :-)