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 brand of beer.
Brash burger joints are where she likes to dine.
She'd rather look at Fonzie than Vermeer:
thinks maybe vampires dwell in Wittgenstein.
It's Oprah Winfrey over Orson Welles,
and Justin Bieber beats Thelonius Monk:
she'll read "Hello!" before the Book of Kells,
and Chateau Margaux's just for getting drunk.
A fiery, funny, perky popinjay?
I wouldn't have her any other way.
Categories:
wittgenstein, how i feel,
Form: Sonnet
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 free.
As I am so interesting,
And so infinitely trusting.
My unconscious mind
Is an analyst’s find.
I have such wise dreams,
On intellectual themes.
I see all my lives
From new perspectives.
I was an Egyptian Queen,
Feeling extremely mean.
I loved Mark Anthony
His touch was a symphony
Written by Schubert,odd,
Because Cleopatra was long gone
When Schubert composed his songs
And his symphonies too.
So time has got all curled up,
Like a snake in a drinking cup.
Now I have woken again,
I want that dream all over again.
I want a Roman Emperor
To be a sexual tempter.
I shan’t mind at all,
If I hear him call.
I’ll be excitedly glad
When my hormones go mad.
I’m a Bohemian girl,
I’ll make any man’s hair curl
Categories:
wittgenstein, adventure, age, child,
Form: Rhyme
The sum of all possibility,
true nature of our soul
To act upon or take flight from,
virtues to extol
What may or may not happen,
to inspire or pretend
The choice is ours, the will empowers
—to flee or to ascend
(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)
Categories:
wittgenstein, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
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 they can
define what i want
or want to be and so
what i told you was so
so philosophical this
is a rose petal but
poetically this is
perhaps a lab ia
but aren't each of
these straining words
or thoughts be one
of these meanings to
never exactly mean to
what they may never mean
there is no truth
in totality for
being seen
and being with
out being are simply
words
Categories:
wittgenstein, muse,
Form: I do not know?
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 Pez does likewise
All time machines are created equal
Total eclipses happen seven days a week in Egypt
Egypt is a word without letters or envelopes
Everything is closed in an open universe
Thursdays are open to suggestions of being months
That time of month is not this one but another
All things being equal are equal to one when added to two
All people are one foot tall and only come in one color
Yellow is God's favorite color but not on Sunday
Three thousand pounds of feathers is never enough
Governments are worth their weight in gold
If you sell your children you will go to heaven twice
Everything on this list is true and leads to enlightenment
Why else would someone write it
Why else would anyone read it through
*In logic, a tautology is a formula that is true in every possible interpretation. Philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein first applied the term to redundancies of propositional logic in 1921.
Categories:
wittgenstein, judgement, nonsense, philosophy,
Form: List
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 brand of beer.
Brash burger joints are where she likes to dine.
She'd rather look at Fonzie than Vermeer:
thinks maybe vampires dwell in Wittgenstein.
It's Oprah Winfrey over Orson Welles,
and Justin Bieber beats Thelonius Monk:
she'll read "Hello!" before the Book of Kells,
and Chateau Margaux's just for getting drunk.
A fiery, funny, perky popinjay?
I wouldn't have her any other way.
Categories:
wittgenstein, love,
Form: Sonnet
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 direct meaning,
So have an implied, absolute feeling.
David Lehman said Wittgenstein,
Was quoted by dons as sane,
And I just think he restated that,
Language is within society, fact.
God is not physical in any way,
'Cos ontology can't have it's say;
It can't describe the dais God,
Using predicate logic most odd.
But all things are describable,
And sets with no God table,
So we can easily conclude,
That he is just us being rude.
Reference: Wittgensteins Ladder by David Lehman
Categories:
wittgenstein, angst, deep, education, faith,
Form: Heroic Couplet
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 *****.
Who would have expected
That words would be texted
As men smoked cigarettes and drank beer?
Some people like reading Jane Austen
While others juggle with Wittgenstein.
Who would have discarded
The notes in the margins?
How sweetly these words recombine.
Munch liked to paint people screaming
his premonitions were extra strong
Who else would have expected
The human destruction
Europe gave to the world before long?
Categories:
wittgenstein, humor, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme