The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts
As a youngster I’d read those tales at night,
One Thousand and One Nights long,
when Scheherazade sang to the Caliph,
Shahryar; she’d perused the books,
annals and legends of preceding Kings,
and the stories, of bygone men and things;
indeed it was said that she had collected
a thousand books of histories relating
to antique races and departed rulers.
She knew the works of the poets
and knew them by heart; she studied
(as Burton relates in his book on her)
philosophy and the sciences, arts
and accomplishments; and she was
pleasant and polite, wise and witty,
well read and well bred. From her
my mind was full of strange tales,
and imagined I was a genii
in a magic lantern, waiting impatiently
for a new master, silent and alone.
Once in a great while a ruckus above
and around me would rock me awake
in this golden house I call…
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