The Blank Sheet of Paper [Poem]
A Meditation on Form and Void
The Blank Sheet of Paper [Poem]
A sentence is a corridor of words your eyes travel across, don't get distracted OR it's your loss! They can take you anywhere, to lands dark or bright, and without them all you have is a void of paper white. That vortex of infinite possibility called a paper blank, It dizzies and frightens me to be quite frank! Taunting me with what to write, Oh I knew I had to put up a fight! So I stabbed its purity so proud, With my pencil markings so loud! I force into you my sentence - Every word is an act of violence! Take THAT! And THAT! And THIS! You sheet of paper, I want you to hiss! You, made from a dead leaf! You and I paper, we got beef! Every time I turn to you and face I am filled with a harsh disgrace when I can't fill you with an idea, So here we are in the arena! Because without my scribbled letter, We are stuck in a daunting fetter: To be left adrift in mere infinite potential! Gods and artists know its FORM that is really essential! It's FORM that laughs, screams, cries Journeys, learns, prays and dies! Infinite potential just sits there limitless, So still in its primordial emptiness Only FORM knows that heartbeating life, Dancing on the sharp end of the knife! Ah, but what is Form so defined, so crystallized? Without that infinity with which it leaves us tantalized? Because everything suggests its opposite, So all the many Forms, if you're cognizant, Point towards their negation in the void of emptiness. Well blank paper, my beloved frenemy, I see that without your white expanse, There is no form that could advance. All forms emerge from and dissolve into white space, It is the one thing that can't be effaced! So, my dear reader I will leave you, with this: To ponder this beckoning white abyss. From whence comes every epic and essay Every painting and poem and play.
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