You avoid my wrongs?
You only want to see my pleasant.
But without knowing my wrongs,
You don't know me!
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You avoid my wrongs?
You only want to see my pleasant.
But without knowing my wrongs,
You don't know me!
But perhaps if he did know you, perhaps you were his best mate or brother, he would know you quite well, but to avoid conflict he turns a blind eye to what he see's as wrong in you or your actions. An acceptance of a sort, of the person you are, just ignoring some of the aspects of who you are...
I can't believe I'm trying to have a discussion about one of Carls poems...:gaah: Now that ain't right! And if it ain't right it could well be one of those wrongs Carl would like to be hidden from...Turn away Carl! Don't look mate! :)
Mick
Yes, you're right. It was more about a society or nation than an individual. I think sometimes we get to know too much negative stuff...
And Mick, I'm honored you're even accommodating the idea of discussing my poem :-)
I just read it to my 14 year old sun, and he said "Yuuup".
Can you explain the voluptuous wine serpent? Maybe a picture!
Yes, exactly. Again, more about a country or society than an individual. Not 'suppress', more, 'I don't want to know it'. I know it exists, but keep it away from me. And don't allow me to partake of it. Which is why the seemingly negative (wine serpent) is mixed in with praise of the good things a bit (houses filled with scents and feelings and food).
Bailey my grandson went to kindy for the first time a few weeks ago. The teacher there told my daughter that Bailey 'would be classified as a naughty kid', I assume meaning if they 'used' classifications. I told my daughter I wanted to meet the teacher. She said she didn't think that was a good idea. I said I just wanted to classify the teacher. She said yes Dad, I know, that's why I don't think it's a good idea. I hate the idea of classifying and segregating people, we often do it based on the badges they wear; the character they're portraying, and our judgement of it.
*sits back sipping his beer, pondering the ruminations of men....*