[lit-ideas] 4 Authentic Heideggerian Poems
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2010 00:43:00 -0600
1.
Life is
running on a beach
in slow motion
toward death.
And, yes, the flick get boring
after several decades.
2.
I don't need no "cogito" to tell me I exist,
all I need is to stump my toe --
then the echo of my curses tells me so.
But when in an antic mood I sometimes wonder
what is the isness of is?
Is it nothing more than just the ising of all that ises?
Is IS just is-itself? Or is it made of some things elses?
The On-spring of some mighty mother?
3.
There are three phases of physical existence:
solid, fluid, gaseous.
Most of us are familiar with all three.
We know, for instance, that solids, like hammers,can and do
hurt unwary thumbs, and that fluids
like Guinness can joviate, then deflate,
and that gases can gag us if there's no bathroom exhaust fan.
These phases, of course, are all just guises of matter
depending on the temperature and the pressure.
O Christ, this all gets so tedious and boring and so involved.
I'm already tired of this shit. Listen up:
Physics follows its laws to the letter.
Let's just leave it at that. Now who the hell is it
that ... ah, fuck it.
4.
When I would ask my father
questions he couldn't answer,
like "why is the sky blue?
He would say:
"I don't know. You'll have to ask God when you die."
I came to realize that my father didn't know very much,
but his ignorance apparently didn't bother him at all.
I wish I had been more like him.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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