Plow The Field
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Learning to art
Is like tending a thistled field.
Until you plow, it chokes its fruit.
But thorns scratch
And catch
Learning to art
Is like tending a thistled field.
Until you plow, it chokes its fruit.
But thorns scratch
And catch
Remove the wide “w,” and you have either “rite,” like a fraternity’s yearly hazing, or “rote,” as in high school homework. Indeed, we have witnessed a coup d’état. Western schools have usurped Frost and Crane, profiting from their imprisonment and flogging their children into submission. They give us pickaxes instead of pens and imprison us in a mine of expedience and efficiency. We need a headlamp to lead us in sojourn, so that upon surfacing we might inhale crisp air. Perhaps then we can widen ourselves and even the world, itself.
Too much?