Descartes Poems - Poems about Descartes

I don't trust politics, therefore I am Otherwise I've no chance to be me But somebody else, quite a different man Not the one that I happen to be I believe in love, therefore I’m a lover And you must be a lover as well Otherwise we might be undercover Of something that looks quite like hell They count our money, they...

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Some think of geometry as art, but I don't include Renes Descartes. A philosopher of calibra, he combined geometry with algebra. When in a pickle or a fix he was not only just whistling Dixie. He was writing down equations, perfect for geometric occasions....

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Eating my oatmeal, sipping my tea, “Where”, I wondered, “should I stroll today? I won’t be rash and decide in a flash. There are choices to carefully weigh”. “Left/Right, Up/Down, and Forward/Back - There are but three choices to be made. I will be smart and think like Descartes. Then, I can begin my promenade.” 3D was an art, before Descartes And...

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I think so I am, Thank you Descartes, She dances samba, so I’m, She likes strawberries and roasted chestnuts, So I am, She has butterflies in her eyes So I am, Thank you Descartes, It is not enough to think To be happy, She shows me her breasts in the mirror, So I am, She dresses for the carnival, So I am, Thank you Descartes, It is not enough to...

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I. Noise in an empty hallway: My old leather shoes protest as I hurry down the linoleum tiles Like I'm wearing a little piece of history older than I am. II. Headlights on a dark road: Speeding down narrow country roads windows rolled down and Autumn wind rushing through the car Ripping my hair from its tie My arm stretching out the...

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If consciousness dies is that all there is or does some higher state reimagine what was When consciousness dies will birth reoccur no longer indentured to time and its spurs If consciousness dies do rainbows of light take over our essence transcending our sight When consciousness dies is confusion bereft as reference get buried —and prescience resets (The New Room: March, 2023)...

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Decry and damn dualism, for what has it wrought? Our delusion of soul of separation and isolation, Minds endlessly abstracted by manipulating surmise Let’s start again – tabula rasa, and let us close our eyes To vanish into an emptiness – thence to emerge to the Singularity of All which is where ...

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These were my first five "Monday Monokus": "Three Monokus walk into a bar" posted 28 Sept 2020 don't challenge Death to a pillow fight or you will face Reaper cushions "Mr. Descartes, will you join us?" "I think not", he said, and disappeared the...

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"i think thus i am" thoughts...they're just passage of time... a non existent self that's of the world as the world is of the self... both just rationale not truth but true...yes there's awareness or world thought... clear or color blind appreciation music love freedom...let go "i think thus i am" stan sand...

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From life’s final dissertation, logic must be barred A blueprint of our limitations, its legions burned and scarred In that last final closing moment, transcendence kindled bright The strictures of its failed excuse —left victim to the night (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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The account of Descartes was redoubtable: “I exist, since this thought is undoubtable.” Mister Hume peered inside, Said, “I see naught besides Just my thoughts, so your logic is floutable.”...

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Before Rene Descartes does this world depart he gives analytic geometry its big head start from bugs that draw graphs crawling on his ceiling; as he lies sprawling, sick in bed, reeling....

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