RETHINKING FOUCAULT
Just as a verse comes from verses,
a song comes from songs...
Text comes from texts,
Everything comes from the whole,
nothing is just an extract
of what already exists and has...
Everything is in place... and just copy and paste...
Of course, transforming, assembling
the story to taste...
But the new fact doesn't exist
nothing exists new...
But there is knowledge,
the innate talent!
Archimedes, renowned scientist
exclaimed his Eureka!
upon finding the "solution"
to a complex proof,
in a general field or mathematics...
Later, in a less long-lived stage,
well before the calends
Shakespeare, the theatrical wizard,
confirmed this missing piece for us!
A non-blatant copy of the plagiarism
perpetrated disguised by
his abysmal talent...
Nothing is created, everything is copied
nothing new and so new
the genuine is old, ancient
everything comes from the one!
... ALEA JACTA EST
ready! AND DONE "
We buy
and sell
dreams,
in bulk
also in
retail
We read
letters
and hands...!
We buy
antique
gold
sell
gold
of fool... !
girls
of fine
tract,
Only
for handsome
men,,, !
only
top
boys,
for
exquisite
ladies ...!
Here
all
we can do,
fact
totum
and further,
Alea
jacta
est.. !
We met in the icy waters
of the lake one hot day in July.
In that bright afternoon we
splashed and grew close in the
dark under the raft.
An hour later we climbed
onto the grassy bank and
walked out on that oak
the wind had laid down
over the trout and
flash of minnows.
There, the sun turned your
blue skin pink.
In our leafy universe,
I thought you told me everything.
Next morning, we hiked our
translucent path to the bright
yellow tree that grew halfway
up our hill like a lighthouse.
The cool Wisconsin evenings
gave us popcorn and hot chocolate
in front of the fire, so we were
anchored alea of the storms and
through all the places we had to go…
school, and kids, and jobs,
but you never let on until
the hidden things lifted
their sails in a chill wind
and took you away.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
9/17/2009
Alea jacta est !
What Will be ?
hate or love
Nation united
brotherhood
Democracy
or
Trumpcracy
she is sleeping
like a lioness
after a late night
burst with the power
man
alea lacta esta
expects
quick returns
insecure core in
an inflated ego
plush love nest
acquinti qui tuetur
age quod agis
i am going to
sleep
aug 11 2016
6.30 pm
Jacta Alea Est
By Gary L Thomas
A box with six sides
And pips on each
Taunts me to action
Don't want to crap-out now.
\But it's way too late for ponderance.
The bottle's been uncorked
The brew lies in my belly beaming:
Gotcha' again.
I will pave the farthest road,
see my likeness known in marble and gold.
Is it power, is it greatness I pursue?
Yes, it's destined, it makes sense,
that I should come to prominence,
Oh, world, Caesar comes for you!
I will not fade, spread across Pompey's gates,
what would Cicero know of what is great?
I can say,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
Damn winter, autumn, by spring,
you'll see city columns rising.
And the aquaducts will flood with the blood,
of any still defying!
May the Gods stand behind my scabbard,
may the Gauls all scuttle and scatter.
I'll not retreat, or sit on my laurel wreath,
alea iacta est!
A thousand legions strong,
scouting regions far beyond,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
A thousand legions strong,
from Athena's Parthenon,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
I shall go, I shall see, I shall conquer,
I am servent to this life no longer.
Let the world heed these words,
and be ready to feature,
Gaius Julius Caesar!
Yes,
The die is cast,
It's mine, this at last,
alea iacta est,
Rome, will, see, her, day!
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