Why Do You Write So Many Poems About The Sky?
Two Days Ago The Sky Was Falling...
...yesterday, it was on fire, and today it was pale blue like
the color of a seashell's interior; and, if such a seashell
doesn't exist....it should! Wow, I was talking to my pal Chet
Thoreau tonight, and he brought up Albert Einstein, and, you
know, how eccentric Einstein was in respect to his clothes,
because, see, Einstein didn't want to waste thought on such
stupid issues. I feel you Einie! Well, Albert Einstein was, of
course, a genius, and, in addition to his scientific brilliance,
Dr. Einstein also had a wonderful philosophy (weltanschauung...
chalk up a couple pretentious points, but, it really is a good
word...) At any rate, who else would say something like this?
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a
miracle." - Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
And, this is quite apropos to the sky, and how it's falling one
day, on fire the next, and the color of a seashell's interior
today. I don't know what it is about out here. I don't know what
it is about my job, and I don't know why every time I'm leaving
work at about 4 to 6 on my day shift days, I don't know why, but
somebody tell me why I feel like I'm seeing the sky for the
first time every time. I mean....somebody tell me why. I mean...
plenty of people are like, "Kemal, why do you write so many
poems about the sky?" Well, that's the way it is. But, what is
it about out here? I can't figure it out.
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