.

And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Owning the Frame

My reality might be
The opposite of yours.
You may think the words I write
Are merely metaphors.

Some may be, I’ll give you that,
But mostly they’re the truth,
A frame of reference I’ve been in
From early days of youth.

Of course, that frame’s expanded
As experience has grown.
We each exist within a world
We cling to as our own.

But oftentimes I get a jolt
That knocks me for a loop.
What’s obvious to me
Is not to others on the Soup.

Within my frame of reference
I describe the things I’ve seen.
I’m shocked when those beyond that frame
Do not know what I mean.
- Ilene Bauer, "Frame of Reference"

2 comments:

FreeThinke said...

Of course, that frame’s expanded
As experience has grown.
We each exist within a world
We cling to as our own.


CORRECTION:

Of course, that frame’s expanded
As experience has grown.
We CAN'T exist WITHOUT a world
We cling to as our own.

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

More insight into the role of "difference" in the interpretation of one's own "thought."