Farrah - Please recite this the next time you are next to a human skull (which I imagine happens very frequently):
"Here is the skull of a man: a man's thoughts and emotions
Have moved under the thin bone vault like clouds
Under the blue one: love and desire and pain,
Thunderclouds of wrath and white gales of fear
Have hung inside here: and sometimes the curious desire of knowing
Values and purpose and the cause of things
Has coasted like a little observer air-plane over the images
That filled this mind: it never discovered much,
And now it's all empty, a bone bubble, a blown-out eggshell."
love,
Caits
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There should be way more poetry recitations in med school!
There should be poetry everyday, but not the stinking rhyming poetry that is pretentious. But the creative poetry, like you caits
I must say, though, that the exerpt was from Robinson Jeffers and not from my mind (though I wish it maybe were from my mind)
If only I had known this one week earlier, I would have recited it non-chalantly in the middle of lab, holding the skull ever so elegantly in my hand... if only...
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