Poetry – There are no rules

There are no rules

There are no rules for poetry or life,

Nothing to guide us through,

Only convention that we adhere to blindly.

Each moment is the first;

Born anew from the void

Of time in which all things are forged for the first time.

We are as free as swallows on the edge of the wind,

Yet we choose to trudge the ground.

We are free to create at will, everything gleaming in sunlight,

Yet we choose to pedantically follow rules that do not exist,

That bind us to form,

That shackle us into a structure

That does not exist.

So we live a life of twilight.

Every single word was an invention

From an unfettered mind who grabbed it from

A vacuum.

Unshared it was unique and free

But when used between the closest friends

It assumes a more sinister

Approximation of meaning and ties the two together

In a travesty of its truth.

For we can never share a single thing without adulterating its essence;

Never understand a single word –

For our thoughts and feelings are unique

And there are no rules.

We learn the words and grammar

And apply them, with rhythm, to express our deepest dreams and wishes

But in so doing tie those infinity ideas, all teeming with unique nuance,

To finite concepts and lose the playful wonder.

Strained through the minds of others,

Who see reality as symbols,

They are misinterpreted in other reduced universes;

For there are no rules

And communication is a fool’s game

Which forces us into compromise

And drains the world of colour.

Each moment is a universe of possibility

Tied down to convention

So we wade through the motions.

There are no rules.

Yet we choose to share.

Opher 9.8.2016

There are no rules

I was sitting in front of my computer, toying with the idea of starting to pick up the rewrite of one of my early Sci-fi novels. It was a book that I had written back in the 1970s and was my fourth attempt at a novel. Last year I had started to rewrite it and reached a quarter of the way in before becoming bogged down. My writing back then was not as good as now. The novel also had serious flaws in structure which I was trying to address as I went along so it was not merely a question of improving the standard of writing. I reached an impasse. I lost my mojo. I no longer had the desire to spend the effort sorting out the book to make it work. But I wanted to complete the rewriting of my back catalogue so that I had them all. No matter how flawed they were my babies. I had given birth to them all.

I keep receiving adverts from Curtis Brown regarding writing courses on how to write a novel.

I find those advertisements annoying. I have no desire to learn how to write a novel. I have no desire to learn how to write.

I want to write something different and unique. I want to express the essence of my thoughts, dreams and stories in my own manner.

There are no rules.

There are games we have to play in order to become published.

Do I wish to play those games?

I play with words. I distil the essence of ideas, feelings and stories from the ether of my mind, through symbols on a page, to burst in a firework display in the minds of those who read my words. It is futile. No matter how well I deploy those symbols the display in my universe and yours will be different. It is compromise.

Each one of the symbols I use is an invention. It was created in the mind of another being to encapsulate a concept. When that inventor first grasped that symbol it was alive with all the nuance and possibility in the universe. As soon as it was shared it was robbed of its infinite nature to become a compromise. No two people inhabit the same universe. We peer through misty lenses into the worlds occupied by others.

We deploy symbols to create empathy and give insight. Our symbols are flawed.

We deploy grammar so that our concepts are clear – each symbol of grammar an invention, an interpretation, an approximation to enable understanding. Yet there is no absolute communication ad there are no rules. We can invent our own.

We follow the rules of life because it is easier to do so. And in so doing they prevent us from seeing or thinking – because there are no rules. The universe of our consciousness is free; it is rich in possibility.

Yet we do not wish to exist alone.

So I wrote this poem for you all.

32 thoughts on “Poetry – There are no rules

  1. Capitol Police Officer Brian Sicknick, whose death was initially believed to be caused by rioters during the Jan. 6 insurrection, succumbed to natural causes stemming from a stroke the day after the violence, according to the top medical examiner in the nation’s capital.

    Francisco J. Diaz, the chief medical examiner for Washington, D.C., told the Washington Post that Sicknick died on Jan. 7 after suffering two strokes and he did not suffer an allergic reaction to any chemical irritants.

    This is an undeniable blow to the assertions that Sicknick died as a result of something that happened to him on January 6th. Not only did he suffer multiple strokes, but those strokes also were not brought on by any chemical irritant such as pepper spray. That was a going theory by prosecutors until this point. The medical examiner determined the death was via natural causes and there appears to be nothing that connects the event to the crowd that day.

    It is absolutely disgusting to think back to how the news media, Joe Biden, Democrats at large, and some Republicans used Sicknick’s death to score political points. And they did so without one ounce of evidence to do so. Sicknick lay in state at the Capitol under the guise that he had been murdered by Trump supporters. We now know that story was completely false. What now? Will there be apologies to the family for using their loved one as a political prop? Will there be apologies to those who wanted to wait and see what was actually true in regards to the claims of “insurrection” that day?

    1. I know. To make a fuss over such a little thing. What’s wrong with smashing your way in to the Capitol?? Why make such a fuss? They might have been looking to lynch a few people but they didn’t. Just a bit of fun.

      1. Ass Hat once more defines: Moron. The “invaders” dressed up in Halloween costumes!! The Trump rally — 2 miles distant. It now appears likely that the DemoRATS staged the “riot” to discredit President Trump.

      2. Almost 17 migrant children a day have disappeared in Europe since 2018 | Migration
        April 21, 20213 min read magictr

        At least 18,000 unaccompanied migrant children have disappeared after arriving in European countries such as Greece, Italy and Germany.

        An investigation by The Guardian and the Cross Border Journalism Collective Lost in europe found that 18,292 unaccompanied migrant children disappeared in Europe between January 2018 and December 2020, which is equivalent to almost 17 children per day.

      3. Yo Ass Hat, how come ya bitch and moan and complain and groan about the poor poor Balestinians yet this happens daily in your own back yard and you remain totally oblivious to Crimes against Humanity?

      4. Far from oblivious – unlike your condoning of the racist violence of your government against the Palestinians I do not condone the way my government acts.

      5. Ass Hat pretends that he alone qualifies as Judge Jury and Prosecution: “condoning of the racist violence blah blah”. Unlike you, Ass Hat, I quote your dumb ass stupidity. Again your big on preaching and short on evidence.

      6. I don’t have to be judge and jury – you convict yourself!! Every time you open your mouth it’s rude, racist crap. You are your own judge and jury.

      7. Your “source” totally fails to assign a “far right” status to any of the people which it lists. Oooooooooooops your theology sucks.

      8. There you go Moshe – Far-right Oathkeepers.

        You’ll believe anything coming from the far-right propaganda machine!!

      9. Trash in … Trash out. The New York Times compares to the Guardian. Neither has a good reputation for accurately reporting events.

      10. The preacher continues to drone on. Your source never once refers to the people named as “far-right”. Much less so “fuckers!”. Ass Hat.

      11. Lol Moshe – the far-right Oath Keepers who schemed, brought their ropes to scale walls and smashed their way into the Capitol. Not Biden supporters dressed up!!

      12. The preacher preaches “I look at the facts” arrogant SOB what facts? All I see – you standing on your soap box and preaching bull shit.

      13. Facts like the Oath Keepers led the storming of the Capitol (contrary to your silly assertion that left-wingers dressed up – a la right-wing propaganda).

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