01-17-2016, 09:16 AM
- There are rats in cages and mazes that are happier than I am.
- They do not count walls and stars.
- They do not think of life and death or dark and light colors.
- I watch them, fur and flesh over bone and brain.
- I give them levers to pull, to see if they decide.
- The levers move in silence.
- It is a chemical, and a muscle.
- It is computable, and yet chaotic.
- Though in vain, I believe it is noble.
- They shake in self-awareness at the product of their hands.
- In reflection they see their fur
- Placed over skin that is not their own
- Just before the glass breaks.
2) - do you count walls? why would counting stars make you unhappy? It's not related to the line above
3) - One too many 'they do not' - it's reading like dull prose. That rats don't think of life and death is not worthy of mention.
4) - passable line
7) - What is 'it'?
8) - One too many 'it is' es
9) - A supremely frustrating line. What is this about? Some stupid rat has pulled a lever that's cracked open a bottle of cyanide? Why is that noble? Is it noble because the rat is sacrificing itself for your PhD thesis? The rat doesn't even know what a PhD thesis is. For me, this is the nadir of the poem
11- 13) - I have stopped reading at this point.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe

