trick of ignorance

sometimes, survival
depends upon unlearning
your knowledge and skill

I dreamed of playing the French horn. Back in the eighties and nineties, this was a dream I had again and again. Learning an orchestral instrument takes a lot of hard work and discipline, which is bound to leave its mark on the psyche. Since I haven’t played a French horn since 1979, it’s also bound to make me wonder what possible use or relevance those skills are now. I wanted to use this poem to challenge the way we take the usefulness of our own skills for granted. Poetry is a skill of course.

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