something very much akin to the idea
of reincrnation...
  don't look at me,
     the romans loved culinary ******
where they'd regurgitate what they ate...
no, none of the girlie stuff,
you learned the old way:
  ******* down your throat,
then once you trained your throat,
the welsh (longbow man) method receded,
and you could do it on command
of constricting the muscular tract.

what do people really want?
   apart from a pleasure in thinking?
to laugh in their own company -
to be able to laugh, alone,
   is probably second, to the first
"demand" that's: a pleasure in thinking,
a pleasure in thinking,
and the inability to become
     a res extensa - descarte's notion
of the extended thing -
    the anti-thesis
                of the res cogitans -
namely, to avoid becoming existentialist,
to avoid, may i say:
   tattooing the earth with a human presence,
in light of: finding "god".
but in the current western society,
people are doing as little as possible,
that horrid quote-mongering -
that need to compensate via comparison;
is there some grand transcendence
of nostalgia that i'm not aware of?
   god, i hate this quote-mongering -
you always find yourself needing to cite
and then recite, what has already passed
beyond our realm of thought (non-sense),
our realm of empiricism (the pentagram) -
why was it called a pentragram?
                   huh?
    isn't it technically a pentapunctum?
    it's not a word, like the tetragrammaton
is...
               the only geometry the tetragrammton
allowed was a crux... i.e.
                                    st. andrew's orbit: X.
yet i find the modern interest in philosophy
to be akin to the hindu concept of
reincarnation, namely? regurgitation -
a bulimia of ideas akin to a man stepped
into a puddle of glue, and can't move:

to me, it's the most unpoetic of all possible
poetics of a "need" to recite and memorise
texts...
          and that's not even the beautiful
arm-guard of a text, akin to the hafiz -
       well... there's one hafiz imitation
in christianity, but the thing is...
   let's just call it a shame to begin,
for it exists in fiction, and the hafiz in question
is a literary byproduct,
    namely bound to stendhal's novel
  le rouge et le noir: yes, the protagonist
(julien sorel) is the christian equivalent of
a hafiz - he can recite you the whole bible,
having memorised it;
if christianity is to "attack" islam,
                 it can only "attack" islam,
   at the roots - by attacking the hafiz:
the guardians, extensive of the platonic term
regarding either republic or calliphate;
i have dire ambitions for western
culture, in that all this quote-mongering
is... getting on my ******* nerves!
i'd rather listen to a baboon play
                                     a flute via his ***.