Today I had a day of study, working on an assignment for my Masters degree that is due in two and a half weeks. My brain began the day as slop, and by the end was sloppier still, not helped by the fact that most of the reading involved trying to understand Ludwig Wittgenstein (a hard task even with a fully in-tact brain). Discussing with my friend Nat the phenomenon of days when our brains explode from study, we agreed to each write a sonnet about the experience. Here is my offering.Sonnet for Nat The day of minds exploding is a drag, Entangling all coherence in its grip, Reducing robes of intellect to rags And draining wisdom’s torrent to a drip. The day of minds exploding is a pest, Appearing right when time can least be spent In mindless faffing, coffee breaks and “rest”, (Much steam let off and spleen poured through the vent Of Facebook statuses and Twitter feeds); The day of minds exploding is a flop. It sends us off down garden paths’ false leads; It takes our thoughts and turns them into slop. No mind left, we must find another way To write that blasted thousand-word essay.
Sonnet for Nat
Posted byMatthew PullarPosted inPoetryTags:brain, sonnet
Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls. View more posts
4 thoughts on “Sonnet for Nat”
That was such a lot of fun to read! Was it fun to write, too? Do you feel better now?
Thanks! It certainly was fun to write. Sadly, my assignment is still very frustrating. But it was nice to vent poetically about it!
Brilliant! Do we get to see Nat’s sonnet too?
Sadly, Nat has said that he does not want his sonnet published online!