I went to the Central Library Saturday because I was looking for a book on prosody. In light of that, somehow it seemed “poetic” for me to chose the study carrel with the word “Revolution” graffiti-ed into the table top.
I pondered this word for a while.
Someone wants to start a revolution?
To that I say: Instead of defacing and destroying property and people, sit down and write some poetry. Then see how the world will change.
ljg (c) 2013