instead of reading Heidegger or Edward Young
i listen to Suzanne sung by Simone
her piano, subdued as the gloaming, the distant neon steps of stars
her minimal rhythm that fills limbs with move
& sing along as throatily as possible
in imitation of the nightingale Simone caged in her ribs
stomp like a rain maker, trying to crack the tiles
to break free the spirit of the floor, with bare feet
in the marmalade glow of a single light bulb
so that i pass in & out of shadow.

all i own, all i have made
to dance with a friend
as if we were dancing
to alter everything to a denser facet
than matter shows.

the days go quick but time goes slow.
i want to pour my pal
a cup of makkoli again.

i found a firefly
on the cafe stairs
aglow still, in limbo
between life & death
dying of the season
—so i scooped it up
& offered it a child
to mind until its tail glow
diminished to 0.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. kvennarad says:

    (Don’t get me started on Heidegger.)

    1. Some good ideas about language : a massive Nazi git. i tend to see not the good but at least the act as distinct from the character. i may be erroneous though.

      1. kvennarad says:

        I was thinking more along the lines of “Heidegger Heidegger was a boozy beggar…”

      2. “who could drink you under the table. Immanuel Kant was a real piss head who was very rarely stable.”

    1. Cheers pal. i keep meaning to get around to your Western Philosophy posts & just haven’t found the time, but i will get around to it.

      1. C’est la vie… as long as you enjoy them, I’ll be happy.

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