Observer Effect III
Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it.—Vladimir Nabokov
This poem won’t make sense to you
the first time you read it so let’s
pretend this is the second time
and jump straight to the next stanza.
The words in a poem never change.
They are fixed, immutable, and yet…
Insanity it has been said—
some say Einstein said—is doing
the same thing over and over
expecting different results.
It’s a point of view, not a rule.
Jim Murdoch has been writing poetry for fifty years and has graced the pages of many now-defunct magazines and a few, like Ink, Sweat and Tears and Poetry Scotland, that are still hanging on in there. For ten years he ran the literary blog The Truth About Lies but now lives quietly in Scotland with his wife and (increasingly) next door’s cat. He has published two books of poetry, a short story collection and four novels.
