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Oct. 18, 2004 Does the beard really grow when it reaches not towards the sun as growing should? Does it grow when it’s pulled down to the soil, though not to the inside as the roots and ends of life do? Does it grow when it’s discard by living process itself? Oh yes! It is, for growing means diminishing; growing means growing towards death: living is death counting down. And so the beard becomes the image of the wild chaos of life-death. And so, does life kill the poet and the philosopher? Or, is philosophy the murder of life? No! Poets and philosophers are the true creators of life and eternity! We are such stuff as reality are made on – We are the imagining, imagined and rushing as foaming waves onto the shores of grand dreams; just to crash violently and flying off into infinite directions infinitely split and parted into the void of nothingness… ------------ About the author Werner Reyneke: I am a 23 year old passionate writer/poet in my spare time and a computer programmer by proffession. Visit my website to see my first published book. I live in South Africa and have been published in a local newspaper (some poems in Haiku form) for the first time in February 2000. I have also been selected for publication in a VoicesNet Anthology (visit www.Voicesnet.org) and a Poetry.com (ILP Publishers) anthology called "Eternal Portraits"). Visit my website at: http://myweb.absa.co.za/wreyneke/Mybook.htm Email: wreyneke@absamail.co.za Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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