Creating the new? The Alchemist responds:
newwhatdoyoumeansomethingnewbrandnewthatsoundsimpossibleimpossiblewhatachallengetosetbeforeusiguessthisiswheretherealavantgardewriterscomeforwardfirstforwardbutiponderasolutionseekthatsolutionandheresthenuggetofgoldthatimcapableofunearthingdiggingupfromtheearthwhatimwritingisnewbutnotinthewayyoumightthinkiamsuggestingsuggestingtoyouiknowpeoplehaveruntheirletterstogetherjammedwithoutspacesnospacesbetweenwordsbutnoonehaswrittenthisnonsensewordbeforenotpresciselynotpreciselythiswordthiswordisnewitsnewbutitswrittennowsonowitsolddrat.
The Alchemist achieved it. Success and Hurrah,
For a moment, just one moment, a fraction of time.
Such a shame that only the alchemist knew of his genius discovery,
A shame, felt by him alone, felt as alone as that feeling of new.
Eureka! He's figured it: if you read it, you felt it, you've experienced new too,
But experience is past tense, it's over for you: what's new is not new!?
The formula can be repeated, it can be redone, redone and redone,
So the newness is endless but it's so fleeting, with each redone - newness gone.
Go ahead, copy him and countless others, copy them,
Go ahead, copy him and countless others copy them,
The Alchemist did discover the formula for newness... Quick! STOP the press!
Darn! Too late! Drat! He's missed his chance of fame, he's old news now.
Typical. The alchemist is ever always such a fleeting champion.
But to grant a trophy of permanency would be something new...?
The Alchemist waits patiently.