Gain-said
Gain-said
There is so much pain
that cannot be
gain-said,
disease not easable, loss that can’t
be found, accidents that will not
unhappen,
an unavoidable heaviness of being
that won’t be breathed away
even if we tried–
But we don’t try
terribly hard–make miseries like mud-pies
as if they were something
to eat, foment
discontent, substitute the non-essential
for the existential, court
drama–
Oh, we Cartesians, who think therefore
we be–we bees who harbor
honey, buzz about it,
sting–
Oh, we shopping Cartesians,
we non-stopping Cartesians,
we go-Cartesians,
we blow-by-blow Cartesians,
we donkey Cartesians,
we flog-a-dead-horse Cartesians,
we artisans of
cartilege and bone, of bone
and desire,
we beings who often
don’t think.
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Another late night attempt! This time a pseudo-philosophical. (I have never much for the philosophical.) As a process note, the word “Cartesian” essentially means of or relating to the extremely rational French Philosopher Rene Descartes, who, in the early 1600s, coined the idea of “I think, therefore I am,” (“Je pense, donc je suis or Cogito ergo sum!”)
I am posting this belatedly in connection with the dVerse Poets Prompt, hosted by Gabriella, featuring the drawings of Danny Gregory. Gabriella did a very good interview of Mr. Gregory, whose work may be found on flicker.
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February 12, 2015 at 9:27 am
It is a beautifully constructed intellectual piece. It makes you think which is what I love about literature. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
February 12, 2015 at 10:04 am
Thank you so much, Cubano. k.
On Thu, Feb 12, 2015 at 9:28 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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February 12, 2015 at 10:34 am
There are so many things we do that we are, and so few seem to really be about thinking. Great use of repetition in this k, driving the nails in the coffin that lies in the shallow grave of what we have become as a species.(Generalization–as is all philosophy. ;_) )
February 12, 2015 at 10:58 am
Thanks. This is another one that just kept getting longer but not necessarily better! k.
On Thu, Feb 12, 2015 at 10:34 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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February 12, 2015 at 2:08 pm
i’m glad you explained the cartesian… i was already getting a little desperate and thought i have to look it up…smiles… and i totally second was hedge says
February 12, 2015 at 2:15 pm
Ha. Thanks, Claudia. You may not know all the different English names for types of carts–shopping cart, yes, but go-cart, horse cart, donkey cart–k.
On Thu, Feb 12, 2015 at 2:08 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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February 13, 2015 at 3:53 pm
make miseries like mudpies as if they were something to eat….def not nourishing for the soul…I found the end quite humorous…particularly the donkey Cartesians…though I wonder at times how much we really think…particularly before we do…
February 13, 2015 at 4:32 pm
Not very much, I’d say. k.
On Fri, Feb 13, 2015 at 3:53 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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