I don’t want to talk about words,
I just want to write them and let them be.
Much like I don’t want to talk about coffee,
I just want to drink it,
Let it wake me,
Vein pulsate me,
Hazelnut, Woods, fruits,
I taste it,
It tastes me
Can’t we just let words be,
Must we relegate them to philosophy’s misery?
Strange the poetry snobs, the literature snobs, the art snobs, the coffee snobs and the culinary snobs. They all share this common thread of intellectually masturbating over moot points to show just how grand their philosophies are……..
Shit! I just did the same.
I do have a point I am getting to so it may be worth it.
Sometimes I just want to taste something….. I don’t want to describe it. I don’t want to talk to you about it. I just want to taste it.
Other times, your mundaneness creeps me the fuck out. Say something poignant, worthy, beneficial, educating, enlightening, questioning, pressuring, something other than frivolous and trivial.
A coffee can do that to you. Can make you a snob, or just hit you in the heart and raise your rate like it’s meant to, sharpen your synapses and wake you out of slumber.
But the coffee is just the metaphor…..let words be, leave them alone unless the author asks of you.