Real education
starts
when the university
fades
in your rearview mirror
Its nihilistic
narrative
disappearing
in the mist
Umbilically
the ties
are cut
as light
comes rushing in
The wax of
dead
banal professors
— melting in the past
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Circular Chrysalis
The older
I get
the more
my hunger
for knowledge
grows
The more
my hunger
for knowledge
grows
the younger
— I get
(The New Room: March, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
A challenge to many the idea that the university or formal education is only a prep school for real thinking and learning in life. Lovely
Thanks Soren. They've morphed into cesspools of poisonous thought.
Beautifully written…and as for the latter, I love a good paradox! Well done, Kurt
Much appreciated !
You're welcome!
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