Stage curtain parted
Story come into play
Only to end soon
All good things must come to an end, said Geoffrey Chaucer in Troilus and Criseyde. If you do think it through, all good things do come to an end. The sun sets, leaving the world in the dark veil of the night; it’s warmth waning amidst the thin, crisp air. Flowers wilt; shriveled speckled leaves make a massacre of all its glory, a shameful end to its splendor. A good song, a movie, a game, a book, a poet— even William Shakespeare, a man of ripeness succumb to a decline. The world is full of endings, of finished chapters, closing circles and shutting doors. Fireworks turn to dust, flames to ash. Hi’s ended in goodbyes, smiles turned to cries. All good things always seem to accelerate and, eventually, come to an end. A love story closed, ended, and tossed to the seas.
So wave to the crowd
Tonight is our curtain call
Take your final bow
Jason Preu, the man behind Devious Bloggery, has come up with an uncanny prompt focus for our day 6 in Writing 101: Poetry course. For someone whose least interest in Philosophy class were the matters of fallacy, it was quite a challenge coming up with a
rational reasonably irrational piece. The Haibun above is a poem a wrote on the 1st of January while marveling a fireworks display. It reminds me of an old fallacy I’ve heard so many times.
P.S I’ve always believed that some good things does end but some great things also stays and remains.
Day 6: Fallacy
Unsound arguments. Failures of reason.
Today, let’s write poems that are wholly illogical.
Let’s see how miserably we can get reason to fail; both our reason and the reason that guides our readers.
Try not to consider this prompt as a call to nonsense but rather a call to use your good (creative) sense to arrive at firmly misconstrued ends. Surprise yourself!
Alternatively, make poetry from known philosophical fallacies. Make that straw man stand by a red wheelbarrow, put the genius of the crowd to the test, or tell the tale of a (tautological) tub.