I remember I wrote a post on a swimming forum sometime ago, something about long-distance swimming. Someone was wondering how long-distance swimmers can endure the lap repetition and stuff like that. I wrote something to this effect: I don't get bored because I got to think, pondering about the problems in school, about unrequited feelings, and incubate wordless poems. The phrase wordless poems occurred to me right then and there and has stuck ever since. Wordless poems. Subconscious jumble. Primordial soup of thought. Aren't we all carrying wordless poems in our heads? That which sometimes has never found its home until we die. Those homeless hermit crabs crawling on the beach bordering the sea of knowledge. Wordless does not mean voiceless. Give it volume, construct meanings out of it, give it a home, give it wings, and let loose.
