Showing posts with label Professor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Professor. Show all posts

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Professor


He spoke of the same humbling
Revelation
As if he had just learned it
himself
forgetting he had said this
every time I met him-

The first time
it was
news (to me)
Now, he says
it as Truth.

It may be so
fascinating, even true, however,
there are reasons
it is
he will never know.



Image credit by Metropolitan Museum of Art [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The Theory of Speculative Direction

If you were lost in the woods,
                                     a compass would work
better than a philosopher
                                     even if you didn't know
how it all worked
                                     At least you would get
Somewhere.

If you wanted to map
                                     the Universe one
should listen to a shaman's mantra
                                     not plot it out with an astrophysicist
it would be easier to project
                                     realms by means of real numbers
shooting from the lip, a departure from
                                     the same astral plane
                                     bound by reasonable gravity
Altering the scenery doesn't change the view
                                    from the eye of the bespoken

Plato's cave was not a practice of spelunking
                                     to new depths
or sending our souls soaring to the stars
                                     upon plummeting death and worms.

If I remember correctly
                                     the act of recalling can feel like falling, sleeping or slipping
into the abyss of mind matter
                                     a memory palace, a sin chateau,
a cabana for one's mana
                                     and other obtrusive structures
machinations are machines

Like the disgruntled grandson
                                     who built a Reverse Infinity Instrument
(a.k.a. a Time Machine)
whose Free Will Manual Transmission led him to kill
                                     the wise man he so despised
an obviously inane and obtuse conundrum
                                     based on probablies and anti-definitives
that work every
                                     ninety-nine percent of the Time
but that too was just speculative theory




Composed 6/18/15.



Image By A. Ernyes at en.wikipedia (Own work Transferred from en.wikipedia) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons of Kootenay Lake BC.




                     

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