So I was thinking of a title for this post and I finally found it.
of course originality is key in content so what would be the case if the title incidentally coincides with this poem. Well in this age we are able to get answers to all the questions we ask almost instantaneously, some say this is a good thing and others may oppose. But in no way can it be ignored.
Its funny how a simple question or a search in Google will always get you amusing and unheard-of results, you always find something new. That's exactly what happened when i searched for "Paradoxes and Oxymorons" in Google and I am greeted with a poem having the same name I came up with for this post (also as a side note: I'm aware that if two people have the same name then we call them namesakes, but what do you call it when two "entities" have the same name does the same logic apply here?) and obviously I had to read it. It's funny how we find really interesting things by mere coincidence.
OK, before you go searching for the poem let me post it here.
Paradoxes and Oxymorons
by John Ashbery
This poem is concerned with language on a very plain level.
Look at it talking to you. You look out a window
Or pretend to fidget. You have it but you don’t have it.
You miss it, it misses you. You miss each other.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot.
What’s a plain level? It is that and other things,
Bringing a system of them into play. Play?
Well, actually, yes, but I consider play to be
A deeper outside thing, a dreamed role-pattern,
As in the division of grace these long August days
Without proof. Open-ended. And before you know
It gets lost in the steam and chatter of typewriters.
It has been played once more. I think you exist only
To tease me into doing it, on your level, and then you aren’t there
Or have adopted a different attitude. And the poem
Has set me softly down beside you. The poem is you.
"Paradoxes and Oxymorons" from Shadow Train by John Ashbery. Copyright © 1980, 1981 by John Ashbery. Used by permission of Georges Borchardt, Inc., on behalf of the author.
Source: Shadow Train (Penguin Books, 1980)
Hope you liked it.
I really did, more so because of the way I found it. And if you are reading this then that means that you are also a part of the coincidence that has lead to the reading of this poem and this coincidence goes a long way, a very long way, the very fact that you are living to read this while I address you, hopefully a total stranger and that is the fun of it. The very essence that links us together our interests. And when this mutual interest in a particular thing meets with coincidence that is where we get our "Paradoxes and Oxymorons" funny words they are and almost always misinterpreted. Maybe its the way we are taught to think, that being the biggest paradox itself. Cant see how we can stay connected having never seen each other in person but hey, we are technically communicating. Well by now you probably realized that the topic and the content are unrelated which is a direct result of poor planning and really bad ability to communicate and by now you probably figured my final attempts to save this article by using a lot of oxymorons, a perfect example of random thoughts being directed to a keyboard.
Well maybe i have managed to bring this post back from the dead, and actually I have given it some oxymorons but the paradox still remains and that is the paradox. (If it made any sense)