A Few Advices To A Nephew Studying The Science Of Psychology Poem by RIC BASTASA

you say you want noise
so much noise in fact
in the middle of the night
to bury the boredom reigning in yourself.

i wonder if you have consulted the gods and goddesses of poertry.
if you have gone at the entrance of its temples.
one does not need noise to expunge boredom.
one needs only silence.

you tell me i am different. Sort of telling me you are different
and you belong to the wonders of your youth.
i am telling you, you are wrong my dear nephew.

you have taken so much noise, and you are lost.
you have disregarded the voice of your heart
and the furies will take the revenge.

the noise will take you like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
to the sea with all the rats and there
they will drown with you.

Take your time. Have fun with so much noise.
When this fails, and i know it will, please come back
and drink the lovely potion of silence.
This is the beginning
of poetry.

Some things are so real, in this poetic imagination.
As she once puts it: an imaginary garden with real toads in them.