In an effort to try and break the monotony of my intellectual maunderings, I thought I would throw in some quick poetry to keep potential readers interested. Who wants to read about aesthetic abstractions all day, every day? I don't, and I write the bloody stuff. So Part Two of the treatise is done, but I won't publish it yet. Instead, here's one of my poems. Haven't set it to music yet, and haven't really found the heart to do so yet.
when i can't ring you on a winter night i wonder
where on this endlessly frigid
snowscape of ice floes
and impassable drifts
riven with wind
in an unfamiliar silence
could i find you
when by day stabbing
snows penetrate
violate
the domain of sight
and by night stars
smile darkling in their shine
illumined ice still freezes
and my voice
carries as far
as the mist of my breath
(if loneliness was a place
i would see it all my nights
your features woven through it
beneath the northern lights)
- mARKUS
Right. I'll be back tomorrow to bore the socks off the people tenacious enough to try and read through more of my dissertation. Cheerio.
Justice for the 96.
-mARKUS
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