Waif - i feel it, i just can't write it
My LiveJournal: "No Muses came! I cursed them recalcitrant.
No word inspired! No prancing equipage!
This poetry on which I ride is mine
It holds nought else but dullness called divine."
I'm separating my personal from my professional. My LiveJournal is a true journal. I'm getting bored. There's just so much waste on the Internet, the shouting of mediocrity, of which I acknowledge my participation. I should not be mouthing off, because the more knowledge I think I presumptuously gain, the more foolish I truly am. Intelligence is not wisdom, and fools mouth off, and wise ones sit silent and do little.
No word inspired! No prancing equipage!
This poetry on which I ride is mine
It holds nought else but dullness called divine."
I'm separating my personal from my professional. My LiveJournal is a true journal. I'm getting bored. There's just so much waste on the Internet, the shouting of mediocrity, of which I acknowledge my participation. I should not be mouthing off, because the more knowledge I think I presumptuously gain, the more foolish I truly am. Intelligence is not wisdom, and fools mouth off, and wise ones sit silent and do little.
posted by Alan at June 14, 2006
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