can you even begin to envision marxism
with a foundation in kant,
rather than hegel?
             just a thought, what became
a critique of lecture notes, just that,
                   and no critique of a magnum opus,
even heidegger forgets kant...
                 sludging along with hegel...
who i have no desire to read,
     much akin to karl popper...
          because? the jews are too practical
a people... they haven't been endowed
with a philosophical craft, i.e.
                  making problems out of nothing...
these people are too practical to
read, or write philosophy...
                     the asiatic currency of thought
is built primarily on a function
          of silence, a terse association with
a breath...
                     i pity my mongrel soul,
but in a land that's mongrel through & through,
sure, i can cook you a **** good curry,
        but to have it for breakfast?
       not so much...
           breakfast for champions,
             a sharpshooter,
                   or just a straight gulp of amber...
because you know that alcoholics
have their own slang...
               that i am drinking and that i am
drunk is one thing...
  but that i am also spatially aware
      for posits of necessary argumentation
is another thing...
           oh i'm not in this game for
the natives,
                   i'm in this game for the zunge!
the tongue, the tongue!
               otherwise in hades:
the lesser known fluss:
                               die zungenfluss!
how many definite articles does
a german need?
           probably as many as it requires
to make centimetre splinters from a kilometre...
ad reductio: to the milimetre...
   and then fervently past nano-
     to the crux of an atom.
              but of course
some might spew a diatribe,
                         dialectics of a tribe?
opera, perhaps...
                 papa emeritus as the prolonged
presence of freddy mercury,
     in terms of mannerisms...
                 came the nazis came the communists,
island dwellers freak out when
   their defences have been breached...
the thesaurus then, and categories...
          polishing the expression to
give a smoothness to a flit stone...
            red...
             crimson and burgundy are
apparently synonyms,
   albeit with a noticeable variant to
expose...
                                                    ­   hue...
            like yellow might be both lemon
and canary...
                            original "thinkers"...
          well... those who have settled their
ethics and now entertain a lapse in
making further judgements...
                      because the ones so far cast,
          can be deemed bearable, to live with;
so on this footing,
             i serve the origin of
                              the thought,
                                    but not the ought;
or rather, the: ought i?
                            crystal ******* clear,
          because sometimes the tongue
needs the clarity of ****-profanity,
               not in synch. with a mimic of
airs, ahs and circumstances of presenting
         high-brow perceptions...
                   i can believe in the nonsense
of chopsticks, only because i know
how people behave when given forks, knives
and spoons, seated at a table,
       in some grand manor,
                  slurping oysters by candlelight.
- a river of tongues...
          well... a mighty addition to
                           the already bulging styx.