Out Of Place [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Out Of Place [rev.]



How many things did the Psalm-writer fail to understand;
one I miserably fail to comprehend is how my colleague
can keep laughing in such a superficial way, forcing out
jocularity instead of letting it flow as true joy - sounding
like she was in a shebeen trying to make all believe she
was having the time of her life - using imitation mirth to
pass the time;

‘Tis equally strange to sit in concentration choosing an
acceptable meaning for text translation - given endless
meaning possibilities, and deliberate within boundlessly
open, hyper-complex languages - to make lofty choices
amongst endlessly proliferating meanings - and seated
in a noisy place of Epicurean joy where all the world is
a nonsensical place filled with manic party-goers

Such that we - the dour-faced hard-working translators -
seem so out of place at our very own work stations

Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,philosophy
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