DUDE

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poem, poetry

DUDE

sat on a park bench
contemplating good
and evil
dude with
huge mustache said
there is a
“beyond”

meaning is all about the will
to survive the
endlessly circular

so I looked beyond
and
there was
nothing to see

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LIGHT BULB CONUNDRUM

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poem, poetry

LIGHT BULB CONUNDRUM

how many Sartrean existentialists
does it take
not just
to remove
a lightbulb

but
extinguish it
forever?

SOMETHING AND NOTHING

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poem, poetry, Universe

SOMETHING AND
NOTHING

in my something
and nothing poem

I try to argue
there is always
something

to cherish, or to
irritate the shit
out of you

but isn’t that better
than nothing
that thing we
cannot get
our heads around?
(maybe if the
brain were
more like
a donut…)

so here is something
and there nothing
here
light

there darkness

here matter
there anti-matter

here words
there
blank screen
blank paper

they say
(the cosmologists do)
that it makes no sense
to argue like a wizened stalwart
of the theological seminary
“why
is there
something rather
than nothing

why do these subatomic particles
behave like waves and
behave like
particles
is it
just
to mess with us?

why did I write this silly,
pretentious, pseudo-
metaphysical poem

unless to
tease and
amuse you with

my terror
of the nothing

OASIS

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poem, poetry

OASIS

there is nothing
outside the text

no sky
no sea
no horse
no field

this the great DJ
of signs JD let slip

Mandarinning us all
with his logical dexterity

a penny
for your aporia

whilst I let it
just whoosh by

since who or how am I
to broach this theme in
the extreme
with him

who know him not or how
to conjure a space
for philosophical dialogue

being myself
in my entirety
inside the
text that
has no
outside

no window for you
to look through and wave

no me
here
to wave
back at
you

except for the me
here to wave back at you

somewhere in Algeria, now
that I do mention it

there is promise
of an oasis big
enough for
all minds

FIRST THOUGHTS

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poem, poetry, Universe

FIRST THOUGHTS

the Universe
wanted me
to accept

the Universe
wanted me
to resist

the Universe wanted
me to be
a good man
of honour
and principle

the Universe cares or
doesn’t care
if I
really exist

PHILOSOPHER

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poem, poetry

PHILOSOPHER

there’s always a
philosopher

on the bus
in the bank

they’ll
philosophize you
rank

nothing
to regulate them

this I brought up
with fat boy in
Athens BC
and after him,
his teleological disciple

who argued
without these

stalwarts (for all
their incoherence)
the logos
will
disappear

and we will no longer
take illogical pleasure
in their
ridiculous banter
(no one
paid something
handsome

to smooth out
every
contradiction
spin each
egregious error

in old school
sophistical, media-
sensitive way)

NOTHING

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poem, poetry

NOTHING

this poem
is going to be
a disappointment
to you
I’m sure you
can already tell

it will not excite or
amuse you
transport you
metaphorically as
poems purport to

it certainly
won’t show
you
“God”

and, if you
are looking for
deeper meaning, look
how deep you
have dived already and
the water still
the same
blue blue
colour
quite
beautiful but
nothing
extraordinary

and speaking of nothing
in my poem on
“nothing”

look what lies
between the lines:

exactly nothing. My
point exactly, that stuff nothing
that void that

crazy physics
tells us once came
everything, is

the negation without which
nothing can be done;
nothing will do

(Oh if only my poem could aspire
to that
level of
nothing

be as much of a nothing
as all I am to you).

FIRST COAT

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poem, poetry

FIRST COAT

there is
no outside

to consciousness

only consciousness
itself could
complain:

look at what this
fucking Universe has
got up to
again

painting itself with
consciousness
(the very
first coat
still
far from dry)

THE CAVE

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poem, poetry

THE CAVE

Plato’s antecedents are in the Cave

his cave is choc a bloc full of philosophical antecedents

including Heraclitus, philosopher of fire,
who says all is change
so much change that
they could not
have stepped into
the cave in the first place

but in that cave no river
but a fire
and Plato talking as if
the soul is mathematical
figure of
perfect harmony

with this Pythagoras concurring
being the returning spirit of
the hero Sarpedon

but his right angle theory proving
number is a strangeness

which the
Plato antecedents latching onto
talking the crisis
of the mind in
a cosmos where
religion is
fiction

where all is
dark psychology and
existential choices

and Greek ideals
destined to disappear
as Odysseus (pure nobody)
becomes creature forgotten

and Homer’s words
will
sing

no
more

whilst the Cave survives, courtesy of
the glory of our media technologies

projecting
our shadow
truth on

that wall
(wall of
sacred drawings)

and
out
into deep space.

IN PLATO’S GARDEN

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poem, poetry

IN PLATO’S GARDEN

a flower
never regrets

sweet,
precious moments

being what
it is

portraying
its true colours

to attract
the bee

and yet colour isn’t
exactly true, is it?

this we know
philosophically