Read this here.

An excerpt from Billy Collin’s “No Things”

The leafless branches against the sky
will not save anyone from the infinity of death,
nor will the sugar bowl or the sugar spoon on the table.

So why bother with the checkerboard lighthouse?
Why waste time on the sparrow,
or the wildflowers along the roadside

when we should all be alone in our rooms
throwing ourselves against the wall of life
and opposite the wall of death,

the door locked behind us
as we hurl ourselves at the question of meaning,
and the enigma of our origins?

What good is the firefly, 
the droplet running along the green leaf,
or even the bar of soap spinning around the bathtub

when ultimately we are meant to be 
banging away on the mystery
as hard as we can and to hell with the neighbors?

banging away on nothingness itself,
some with their foreheads,
others with the maul of sense, the raised jawbone of poetry.

 

After reading this, I decided to go crawl into a corner and reflect upon how small and unimportant I am…… I was listening to Radiohead while reading this, too. There was so much brilliance going on I decided to give up.  

Get inspired kids,

-Dylan