Monday, March 19, 2012

A bit of poetry

sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty, how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

All right. I thought I knew Spiros. But now since I know that this is from Spiros--and that I recite from memory "since feeling is first" every spring in my logic class, I feel an odd connection. I need a drink or two.

Why is every wv a pagan intelligible chant? ymenced Godislar

Anonymous said...

Spiros = Maurice Leiter?

Anonymous said...

You people have no idea the emergency we're facing. Only a Steve Best can save us now:

http://www.negotiationisover.net/2011/11/15/may-peace-and-justice-prevail/

CTS said...

A lovely and less materialist take on Bacon's ode to Spring. Very nice.

P.S. May I point out that proving one is not a robot is not isomorphic with proving one has refect vision.

CTS said...

SORRY:'Perfect'

729 notloggedin said...

Anon 10:11

Um...following that suggestion, you realize then that
Maurice Leiter = e e cummings

A robot with refect vision said...

Holy shit. So Brian Leiter is e e cumming's son? It all makes sense now!

SkeptEthicist said...

This Be the Verse
by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,   
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.