Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Conformity

I have appreciated my great great uncle's poetry and prose for a long time, but this poem really, really reveals him as a kindred spirit. Fantastic.

Conformity

by G.A. Compton

Just buckle on most any creed,
Like picking up a stole-
No creed was ever fitted, yet,
Exactly to each soul.

Convention says that you must wear
One o'er your sinful heart,
So put it on - but grow until
You burst the thing apart.
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5 comments:

  1. MikeOctober 21, 2009 at 10:28 AM

    Never mind about the previous comment. I figured it out. He's your great great uncle.

    I like this stuff!

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  2. Steven StarkOctober 21, 2009 at 10:33 AM

    Thanks, Mike!

    Yeah, it's a total blast to browse through his works and find these gems.

    Thanks for reading!

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  3. nuclear.kellyOctober 22, 2009 at 1:48 AM

    The closing line is just wonderful. I couldn't agree more.

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  4. Steven StarkOctober 22, 2009 at 10:49 AM

    Yeah, this one really encapsulates my idea of humanity. We want to understand so badly that we come up with a nifty formula - but then the formula becomes more important that the reality it attempted to describe.....

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  5. John StarkOctober 22, 2009 at 2:50 PM

    That is an awesome poem! Wow. THis guy was good.

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