Long Wittgenstein Poems

Ghost Of Tsali Comes

Lost in mist and maze
Ghost of Tsali in the corn
River water runs

Colors of fall alive
“Til moon replaces sun
That’s when Tsali comes 

Corn roots cling to bone
As he tends the empty weirs
This spot...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête...

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When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus

Mental health of yours truly
heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac)
aside from countless
(approximately seven) other
prescription medications kept
stashed in a plastic tray
until one or...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense...

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"write, right?"


it was wrote
it is written:

it will be alright

as i
look 
down 

down 
at my feet
but have to think
as if i'm Wittgenstein

those really are my feet, right?

but
even
if they 
are or aren't
i can at least say not...

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Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal...

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Tryouts starring musical prodigies 
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus 
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook 
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking 
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity 
engineered...

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can we know the truth
was the question before Ludwig Wittgenstein
the thought pondered by all the great minds
philosophy, theology, and science could produce
and i have pondered all of this
then you enter the room
the smile you wear...

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Tautologies always repeat themselves in non sequential order
All philosophies revolve around the suns of tautologies
There are endless suns orbiting Earth all named Henry
Shoes wear feat and feat wear shoes to bed
Vending machines dispense Pez and...

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I’m a bohemian girl
I wear my hair in curls,
I wear maxi skirts
And denim shirts.
I wear long earrings
And black stockings.
I like folk songs,
And pierced tongues.
I like Wittgenstein,
And Melanie Klein.
I had psychotherapy,
But it was given to me...

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If God is something that you think, 
It is only a process that you drink;
Wittgenstein's answer of yes and no,
Does only referential justification show.

Societal concepts are never jokes,
But at other people make pokes;
They're straight with...

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i wanted something
to interject that i
might respect or
at least reflect on
maybe some kind of

meaning but meaningless
ly i stand subjectively but
questioning my object
ivity where the finality
doesn't seem to agree but

i might stretch my words
and lines so...

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I’m finding Derrida de-structured
And Levinas‘ face makes me smile
Who would have conjectured
That one day I’d lecture
On thoughfulness and all its trials?

I prefer Kierkegaard to Sartre
Who sometimes makes me feel queer.
Who would have expected
That words would...

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. 
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. 
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, 
and has the dress sense of an anchorite. 

Fastidious? Only in her...

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. 
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. 
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, 
and has the dress sense of an anchorite. 

Fastidious? Only in her...

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