I was inspired to write this poem after a visit to a learned Lacanian Sufi/Buddhist ascetic, whose doormat, rather than spelling out 'Welcome' bore the impress of the ejaculate of the largest of marine animals thus pithily prompting the seeker-after-truth to question the whole of Sassurean linguistics- not the axiom of categoricity merely.
Morality is blind Samson’s pillar
& Immortality the Mind’s caterpillar
Of Barzakh’s butterfly dream
& Bardot’s Thodol scream
Which is another way to say
Isthmus ’twixt my salt tears & such wine sweet as she appears
Might not this Iyer write Sufi shite today?
Or must Pico fucking monopolize Gay?
2 comments:
This was extracted from an email-
Is your blind Samson- Geoffrey Sampson- http://www.grsampson.net/ALac.html- questioning the 'axiom of equal complexity' which- priding yourself on 'inaccuracy and obliqueness of mind' - you call 'the axiom of categoricity'?
I suppose the two could be related- the latter the basis for the former. Still, this isn't a poem, I preferred the other one from a few days ago about- well I'm not sure what it was about- but it seemed heartfelt.
I'm responding to a comment from a private email which I extracted and posted above.
No, I did not know about Geoffrey Sampson.
My point is language, like linguistics, is not a lingusitic phenomena- nor is it the mind's potted plant.
Its just another variety of the shit Heaven rains down.
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