Showing posts with label Kant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kant. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
It goes the same way
and the professor says Hegel,
I understand, is a difficult
read, that
Derrida, afraid, couldn't
count the times he revised
his work on Hegel. Hegel
anticipating our responses
still
two hundred years later.
No change then, this
phenomenon that is ourselves.
What does it mean, this line?
The room remains quiet.
Graduate students now past
the courage of teenagers
(who saw futility
on first day and left)
wrestle within themselves.
Mostly looking away.
Karl and Mao, Fanon, Butler...
The professor, his
three translations
and academic German.
The room where empty chairs
outnumber the class
below the first floor
where one entire wall is
glass windows looking straight
at an unpainted concrete wall.
What does it mean, this line?
It goes the same way
and the professor says Hegel,
I understand, is a difficult
read, that
Derrida, afraid, couldn't
count the times he revised
his work on Hegel. Hegel
anticipating our responses
still
two hundred years later.
No change then, this
phenomenon that is ourselves.
What does it mean, this line?
The room remains quiet.
Graduate students now past
the courage of teenagers
(who saw futility
on first day and left)
wrestle within themselves.
Mostly looking away.
Karl and Mao, Fanon, Butler...
The professor, his
three translations
and pocket German.
The room where empty chairs
outnumber the class
below the first floor
where one entire wall is
glass windows looking straight
at an unpainted concrete wall.
What does it mean, this line?
Friday, May 17, 2013
writing for children
photo taken of a neighbor's wall a few months ago: bright day at sea with a school of fish, a pink shark, and happy mermaid.
how do we tell our children about the world?
about its being a Neither place. about the world-at-large only as good as our-world-within can get: the starry heaven above, the moral law within.
pink sharks do not and do exist.
so do mermaids. the happy ones. those who do not keep on singing about lost loves.
how do we tell our children about the world?
that it is only as beautiful as we will it to be so.
Labels:
animals,
blue stroke,
brightness,
comic book,
culture,
fable,
graphic illustration,
Kant,
literature,
love as something real,
reading,
sunshine,
walk away from trouble if you can,
what is bravery,
worldview
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