PHILOSOPHER BY THE SEA
The philosopher observed the waves,
Each wave had gold twists, seaweed,
The waves' gold hair, each wave, a mermaid.
But the philosopher said there are
Too many mermaids in the turbulent sea
For a philosopher to love mermaids.
The philosopher asseverated that all
Generalizations such as "mermaids"
Are unrealities since generalizations
Never fit particular cases.
Only the radical singularity
Of the concrete particular is reality.
So while the philosopher sipped
Campari and dry vermouth, speculated,
The radical singularity of a mermaid
Appeared, gold twists for hair,
Her upper body, pale, freckled skin.
Her freckled breasts had pale coral nipples.
The philosopher was too absorbed
In his exquisite and erudite cogitations
To notice this singular mermaid. She swam away.
SAMUEL JOHNSON KICKED A STONE,
REALLY BELIEVED HE KICKED A STONE
As the philosopher said, even the empiricist
Who struggles to see the object as it really is
Cannot be sure what he perceives to be real
Really is real. Light conditions can disfigure
A coffin to appear as a chalice, a Holy Grail.
Love of a girl with gold twists in her hair
Can turn an abandoned bottle cap into a cathedral.
Words can fool one into believing
He saw, even touched, a slender angel
Who wears only a translucent silver shawl
Decorated with silver opaque lilies.
The girl with whom the philosopher drank champagne,
Asked, "How do you know
You are holding me naked in your arms?"
The philosopher looked at her, said, "I don't"
THE PHILOSOPHER SAYS SWEET THINGS TO HIS BELOVED
The transformed body speaks, says,
Do not go into orange groves and weep
Because you have no soul. Do not
Sit in front of jazz bands, drink champagne
And cry because you really do not have a body.
If you go to the seashore, the jelly fish, pink and globular,
Will tell you. When you recognize
The body and the soul are phantasies,
You will on your way to having a transformed body.
You will have lost unhappiness and found happiness.
Don't believe philosophers any more
Than you believed those who live by lies,
Priests, professors, politicians and parents, but you
Can believe the purveyors of truth, jelly fish.
PHILOSOPHERS AS DRUNKARDS
Drunk philosophers roll in rye grasses
As Shelley rolled on the pavement
Among fuzzy brown seeds
When he was in love in Florence.
These philosophers became inebriated by aporias.
Aporias are far superior to vodka,
Gin, or whiskey for passing out in public.
One philosopher as he rolled, declared love is wonderful
Because all love ends in aporias.
GIRLS WHO WEAR CLOTHES COLORED PIER-POLE GREEN
Girls who wear clothes colored
Pier-pole green that fall and outline
The hemispheres of perfect breasts
With this singular green blending
With their abundant gold twists
That are their hair charm and distract
Philosophers from talking about
Binary oppositions. As philosophers
Gaze at the inexplicable mysteries
Of their eyes and eyelashes despise
A binary opposite system that privileges
Souls over bodies. In conclusion,
As philosophers gaze at the motions
Of girls' lips as girls drink champagne,
Philosophers despise all philosophical vocabularies.