Death To Metaphysics 1

LEMONIA PERFORCE => DEATH TO METAPHYSICS
Athens
morning 3/5/2017

DEATH TO METAPHYSICS 1

Hey, you stupid prat,
you insignificant little fart
of a philosopher,
you owe
to know
this:
Before you
comes
Thalis,
Heraclitus,
Democritus,
Anaxagoras,
all much greater men than you and sober,
you wobbler.

And luckily for me,
all of them helped me see,
before your decadent days,
the error of your ways.

So, you would have me exiled from my town, as a poet?
What do you know about poetry, you idiot?
Or how could you imagine that artists would condescend
to live in your republic, you fascist pig?

And what do you know of Dorian harmony, you tasteless,
uncultivated ape?
Or about any other harmony for that matter?

Perhaps a Dorian man is fucking you so well,
whereas an Ionian has declined your offer,
you hungry arse,
Is that so?
Tell the truth now.

(Sorry, I must re-start this poem from the beginning,
what I meant is …
hmmmm…
you know…
it's all in the mind…
the idea of a fuck…
the form of the … ideal fuck… (how can we know?),
to which no actual fuck in human history has ever corresponded…
or ever will,
the unattainable fuck!
Perhaps you would say,
only god can fuck like that
and have knowledge of it.
(do gods fuck, btw? I don’t mean the Greek ones here.)
Be that as it may,
you (with your Dorian fucker),
or I with my girl-friend,
will never know,
but would be happier
spending the time fucking,
rather than philosophising,
(only in your style, I mean),
and also…
if you happen to know,
what was the fuck
of the century,
in 4th century B.C. ?
just curious…)

c u anon

a 21st century C.E. admirer/sufferer of yours.