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PLATFORM
the study
of philosophy or
social theory
does not make for
redemptive figures, or
great Romantic heroes;
this since Socrates,
whose student Alcibiades
turned traitor, fought
for Sparta
out of pique, or
on a whim
and then Althusser, whose
wife (sadly),
the recipient of ordinance
that does not flow
logically from his theory
Oh, Descartes, Voltaire
and Wittgenstein (we
will not even presume to
speak about Nietzsche)
how is it
that you generate truth
from words
powerful insights
but which,
at whim of history
shift
in the zeitgeist
they no longer mean
anything more
than
documents of their time
footnotes to
footnotes
to
footnotes
to Plato
enough to give cause
for doubt,
reason for disconnection
you standing at the station
for a train
never due
to arrive
long
since departed
but others
in your rank
tell us, frankly, they
are not
about intuition, description,
any species of
ratiocination
but
the storming of Winter Palaces
barking orders in
dialectic
from somewhere more
towards the back
such
thinking universal, but
might not mean
good for the Universe, or
got total
cosmic buy in
even complete terrestrial agreement
for we love
what we have, selfishness
so ingrained, a mission
to clarify
and clean it
whilst you
spouting that interpretative,
perspectival logic of
previously mentioned
Dionysian creature
go to town on my paper
of signs and signification
discourse and
meaning
it is all
code and system
you proudly proclaim
which
in the Matrix of
your being
suggests
a deep gnosis
(preparing to Turing Test me)
harkening
back
to Plato’s Cave