In The Desert
No-one would have believed, in the last years of the 19th century,
That human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one
could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized as someone with a microscope studies
creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility
of life on other planets. And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly, and surely, they drew their plans against us
War of the Worlds, by Orson Welles

I do not feel obligated to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reasons, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.

-Galileo Galilei

In the Desert, by Stephen Crane


Stephen Crane

In the Desert
 
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter – bitter”, he answered,
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”

In The Desert (My Inspiration)

In The Desert. I first came across the poem by Stephen Crane while opening up a book. For the life of me, I cannot remember which book had used the poem and despite vigorous searching on my part, the book will remain unnamed. The poem nonetheless holds a great deal of importance to me, it was the first poem that I actually read. Sure I had read other poems over the years, in tedious English class assignments and other such events, but this poem was the first that I actually read….correctly, and understood. It was, and continues to be my “Gateway Poem” to the enormous, confining, beautiful, disastrous void that is the world of poetry. Which is why I have dedicated a blog to it. This blog will be my written account of my poetic experiences, both past and present, and possibly future (who knows?). It will be my captain’s log through the uncharted literary waters of college life, it will be my journal in the final frontier, my compass In The Desert.