Just some quick news for you, Stick-Paul's adoring and unworthy fans. Stick-Paul is not coming back from the Holy Land for another week or so. He decided to visit several destinations in the region before coming back to his headquarters. A report on the Bethlehem conference will have to wait until he gets back.
For now, here is some more of his poetry. These two were placed together in a notebook of his. They were never printed in a volume of his anthology. Enjoy!
...
Today the world turned white
convulsing, it gave birth to new life
sighing, it told the story of man's existence
gazing headlong into the sun,
it revealed the meaning of all things
in the pools of its eyes
Today the world was cleansed
falling, it carried the weight of guilt
rising, it shed guilt's awful burden
reaching for truth the unchanging,
it found the whole of the universe
trembling in awe of it
Today the world is new
...
o, that passion cease!
indellible curse!
driving me into the ground
subverting my reason
corrupting my will
still, when bridled,
when fitted,
what a race those passions run!
surpassing in virtue
reason itself
...
Today the world turned white
convulsing, it gave birth to new life
sighing, it told the story of man's existence
gazing headlong into the sun,
it revealed the meaning of all things
in the pools of its eyes
Today the world was cleansed
falling, it carried the weight of guilt
rising, it shed guilt's awful burden
reaching for truth the unchanging,
it found the whole of the universe
trembling in awe of it
Today the world is new
...
o, that passion cease!
indellible curse!
driving me into the ground
subverting my reason
corrupting my will
still, when bridled,
when fitted,
what a race those passions run!
surpassing in virtue
reason itself
...
Until next post.
Aloofly,
Stick-Paul's manager.
Stick-Paul says: "I play the piano, and you should too."