“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.”
Coco Chanel
Childrens's crayons, a clustered
pack,
little desks in tidy rows,
conforming to the lines.
Lines drawn for them
by others - don't they know?
"He followed orders to a Tee,"
is no Epitaph for me.
The jacket of convention-
avoiding this fate is quite
the art.
So:
You of dewy bloom! Of aesthetics! Of
Imagination!
Silence the mourners,
muffle the bagpipes,
push back the coffin out for sail,
inhale back that sigh!
Blast through the lines
like Pollock into a
hard driving rain, for
what they think of you -
does not come from thought.
Tony Walton
(Boston Poetry Magazine August edition )
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