Saturday, 9 February 2019

This Is Probably Not Entirely True

I decide to write a poem about things I could never get bored with, before realising that everything, eventually, becomes boring (just imagine playing them on a loop): children’s laughter, sunsets, summer afternoons, thunderstorms, disorientation, fear, and public executions (among other things; I can’t list them all as I would spend the rest of my life writing just this one piece, and that would become boring long before I reached the end). Boredom is simply the second law of thermodynamics applied to personal experience, where the idea of ‘interesting’ disintegrates. The act of creating new things – music, art, poetry – might be the exception.

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