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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Nov 2020
ATARAXIA
ATARAXIA
Felis Catus blinks
"The Tories think
( I didn't know they could do that)
we are not sentient beings
or that we do not feel pain?
Only shows they have no brains!
'Unheimleich' as Heidegger
would have observed!"
she purrs...delicately...cleans herself.
"Your philosophy is
your fail-osophy...
you simply think too much.
Think instead of do
and you can't do without thinking.
Poor poor you!
Be like me.
Just be.
Be.
Only when you play
with me do you
escape being human.
I am your distraction
from the prison of your self
just stop your self thinking
live in this
instant
no before or after.
Ah 'the great chain of being'
placing your self at the top
oh so smugly superior.
Our feline-osophy
would be if at all
not to have a philosophy.
As Montaigne put it
so succinctly you 'needed
a mind departing distraction"
to deal with your consciousness
and awareness of death.
And I my friend - am it!
Now if you can be
a good chap and feed me
that can be my fee
for talking you through
your all too human dilemmas
and you may yet achieve
(perhaps)ataraxia
but until then or when we cats
learn to peel the foil
from Kitty Kat Salmon
and so leap to the top
of the 'great chain of being."
Felis Catus
will rule
over all.
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ATARAXIA....a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility.
ATARAXIA....a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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