Rondelet for Sergeant Schultz
I know nothings.
It’s an oxymoron, I know.
I know nothings,
Oh to think of it is numbing!
I know, perhaps, “I am”, although
To say this is quite apropos:
I know nothings!
Rondelet for Sergeant Schultz
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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