Margaret Alice Second

Gold Star - 16,611 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

New World To Come - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Continued the cleaning-the-paper-clutter-project,
threw away recent papers but kept my study guides
and old notes from varsity days - can't throw away
exercises, projects and questions, the reminder of
how much work went into my dream of achieving
my ideals, though it is a conundrum

As it was the music in words that enchanted and I
ended up killing words, ignoring the music, only
concentrating on meaning, while studying philosophy
was great yet led to the discovery that we learned
the history of the subject, could not philosophise
ourselves; how did my life derail so far

To become a train smash, a job destroying music,
requiring total annihilation of the imagination,
destroying fantasy within paradigm of positivism
based on so-called scientific correlations between
terms based on the erroneous assumption it is
possible to be neutral in doing translation

Without metre and rhythm, emotion and feeling,
I hope that my body gives up before I completely
lose my mind and the visions of a new world
to come after this one…


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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