Poets

Four poets were sitting around a bowl of wine that stood on a table.

Said the first poet, "Methinks I see with my third eye the fragrance of this wine hovering in space like a cloud of birds in an enchanted forest."

The second poet raised his head and said, "With my inner ear I can hear those mist-birds singing. And the melody holds my heart as the white rose imprisons the bee within her petals."

The third poet closed his eyes and stretched his arm upward, and said, "I touch them with my hand. I feel their wings, like the breath of a sleeping fairy, brushing against my fingers."

Then the fourth poet rose and lifted up the bowl, and he said, "Alas, friends! I am too dull of sight and of hearing and of touch. I cannot see the fragrance of this wine, nor hear its song, nor feel the beating of its wings. I perceive but the wine itself. Now therefore must I drink it, that it may sharpen my senses and raise me to your blissful heights."

And putting the bowl to his lips, he drank the wine to the very last drop.

The three poets, with their mouths open, looked at him aghast, and there was a thirsty yet unlyrical hatred in their eyes.

- Kahlil Gibran, Poets, from The Forerunner
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The moral of the story? First, break away from the norm. The innovator of unconventions is the winner. Next, take what you can get when the getting's good. And if people are beating around the bush when the prize of your eyes is wide open, take advantage of it. You may not get a second chance. This is also known as being a cutthroat, which equivocates to asshole, which there a tremendous amount of a the University of Michigan, but to succeed in this world you still have to put yourself first and others later.

To Whom It May Concern:

To all those who have cars on campus:

Turn your fucking bass down. We aren't in high school anymore.

If you're going to try and show off your scrubass car and it's second-grade speakers, at least play some real hip hop music like Jurassic 5, The Roots, Masters of Illusion, Talib Kweli, Common, or at the very, very least, Kanye. Turn that crunk shit off; you're not in a club and nobody wants to hear that when they're walking down the street. I already hear Lil Jon's "WHAT!!!"s enough partying over the weekends and there's no need to give people headaches.


Down, boy