"nietzschean" poems
_the mythic Esther notwithstanding_;
the only Jewish Miss America was
Bess Myerson; Miss New York, &
exemplar of classic beauty c.1945
studying German philosophy
living on the upper east side;
surrounded by rich Park Avenue
Jews - spewing Nietzschean
Nihilism causing them to _shudder_
at the thought of relatives dragged
from homes never to be seen
again; they don't want to hear
that **** - my buddy Mingus Jr.
bringing mechanical bebop to
his constructed paintings;
on
the other hand, I'm going on & on
about Heidegger & Schopenhauer,
Brian Eno, David Bowie, Hegel,
****** Goebbels & Riefenstahl;
my paintings are violent; as if
Jack the Ripper & James Whistler
were the same guy; all women are
beautiful by nature, but I would've
done it different - put the snooch
on top, the udders on the bottom,
*** in front, arms & legs splayed
out to the sides; yes, that's better,
Diane Arbus, Ann Frank, Hannah
Arendt, Dori Bernstein, Alison
Linefsky & Eva Hesse are more
beautiful than Lilith & Eve mixed;
I hate being called a antisemitic;
it's a painful reminder that at the
moment I don't have a Jewish gf
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
I am the abyss.
That great gaping whole in the sky.
In the Earth. When you peer into me,
the dark threatens to swallow you whole.
A cold, calculating, Nietzschean monster.
I am the perfect predator, walking amongst you.
Aggressive mimicry, I dance, and I laugh, and I cry.
Counterfeiting emotions so well, that sometimes
I even convince myself I am but a sheep among the sheep.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
ººº
*Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit,
according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world,
and not according to Christ.*
Colossians 2:4-8 (NKJV)
His Nietzschean trip moved from Comic toward Tragic:
Deleuze’s delusions flew out the fenêtre
Airborne and ****** on philosphy’s magic
(the nihilist suicide’s raison d’être…)
Propelled from the window, transcending the Ontic,
his organless body in textual flight,
a schiz-flow beyond on a voyage turned frantic.
His thought – a nomadic adornment for speed,
multiplicitly viewing a thousand plateaux
was a force for unhinging the doorways of light
and a plea for postmodern decoding indeed.
His frame soon encountered pure striated space
in the form of the pavement caressing his face.
He joins other smokers of Gallic tabac,
other esotericians of cognitive frenzy
(those mullahs of madness, those sultans of Whack…)
Sorely missed by his victims, disciples and friends
he is mourned, misinterpreted, copied, dismissed
– but for semioticians he heads up the list.
Another brave Frenchman, some guy named Debord
a bespectacled Marxist (who missed all the marks)
made the mediums’ message a radical bore
dialectically fading the lights into darks.
Indirectly disrupting pop-culture with Punk
and other anarchic phenomena-junk,
he too chose to leave with a nihilist bang –
while we whimper and suffer down here with the gang.
The old situationist’s last situation:
an agit-prop funeral short on elation…
So to French de-constructor-philosopher-ravers
and all who rejoice while society wavers
I offer these lines, like a quick coup-de-grace
and be warned – they’re now viewing the Good Lord en face.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
An animal and a man rolled into one
With the desire of the id
And unabashed self-determination of a Sartrian dream
Or a Nietzschean wet dream
With viral hairy arms and mustache
And throbbing uncircumcised member
(any takers on the reference)
And with a Nihilism that would make even entropy blush
My ultimate goal and ultimate fear
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
*ooh, watch out... Shaky Stevens is having a go: you spin me right round, baby right round, like a record baby round round - a quiet one in Soho; with your impressions to introduce me to **** apologies in me wedding dressed and savouring the happy-life affair - S & G bemused by Nietzschean decease of god and theatre, 80s pop and the death of opera: communist attack on the bourgeoisie will take anti ante-Marx approach; i quiet enjoy knowing what i know and leaving the rest to mascara and ***** scrutiny of exaggerated libido.*
i'll be laughing at you when you
conjure up cancer...
huh? why not?! you misdiagnosed me
as schizophrenic when i
suffered a brain haemorrhage -
troll anti-antonymous ahoy -
you clearly spelled out S U R V I V A L
O F T H E F I T T E S T.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
If you were me,
you would be making the world a better place.
Or thinking about making the world a better place.
Someday, after you learn being me makes you
********
Really, dead center on the spects, carazy smart
seri-al-owzly simple minded
regarding pre-literal ideas that few, if any
besides you, me now, ever literally take for granted,
for God's sake.
Right, that's some good to be done-
set that blasphemin', God-blamin', goofball free.
If you were me,
you would be hoping nothing you are thinking
is really doing what you are thinking. But it did.
You ever been in an angel bar? I know where some are,
if I were you,
I'd take the dole and hang out widimall day. They are
here to serve. It's in their contract, and they love
leading expeditions into the unknown unknowns, ain't
never been this far before.
Okeh. That did it. Conway Twitty, I could not
have guessed...
Serious poetry, Nietzschean twit. Is laughable.
If you were me,
you would know this is in the cycle. This is whatchamightcall,
the way home, the short version-cut.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
not really the gay science by definition nietzschean...
just... pure... narration / uninhibited narration,
narration ex “anonymousness.”
anyway, he misguided his theory,
he thought that goethe
epitomised his dyonisian qualifying
orientation... goethe was apollonian
as a judge... so much so that
he wrote all his verses sober;
oh the dross that my hangover brings
so much clarity i'm actually content
with it;
but the loss of narration, that fine art
of expressed and kept tribalism ("barbarism
by the camp fire") is neurotic in western
societies... with retort it re-emerged...
just jumbled up... thanks to tristan tzara...
exploited to full potential by william burroughs
via the polaroid / cut up method /
ransom letter of cut out letters glued onto
a piece of paper / as ****** up as quantum physics;
so the next time you meet your friend,
remember the quanta, he has a particular
expression to give you, minus the obvious mannerisms
that are self-explanatory, and kept to him knowing himself.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
tears and joy, and laughter broke.
and the fear of commitment ringed.
lonely souls searching for a bright light,
walking under the the rain. freezing.
at night before time slows down,
they scream, they cry, they stop.
shouting out prayers to something.
while all the flowers they planted died.
while their beliefs are withering. cold.
is it right to escape? one begs an answer.
getting plastered, singing songs, crying out.
celebrating life without enduring the pain.
in life we learn, in alcohol they drown. fear.
nietzschean rhetoric and boredom.
reading under the moonlight is hard.
i am sorry. be well and happy like always.
without me you’d be fine. i know that now.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
When I was a little kid I used to play this game while I was taking a ****
I would look at the wallpaper pattern and cross my eyes
It made the wallpaper look as if it were leaping off the wall
Just floating a few inches in front of where it really should
Then I put my hand through the minor hallucination and it would go back to normal
I did this almost every time I sat down to take my little child *****
I eventually stopped doing it and now the wallpaper is gone
I don’t really know what that means but it feels significant
I remember it constantly
My first little experiments with alternate realities
The first time I discovered that the world is not as it seems
That our eyes are just filters for light
That is interpreted by our brains
Which then create the world that we see
I think that might be the first time that I understood that the world is an illusion
To be manipulated at will
As long as we have the will
To manipulate the world to our choosing
Fairly Nietzschean don’t you think?
I don’t know if this was the beginning of what would eventually lead to psychedelics
But it certainly appears that way
I small child sitting in the bathroom for an extra five minutes
Crossing his eyes and staring at the wall
Escaping reality
Diving into the ether
Looking for something new
That funny unseen realization
That just under the surface
If you cross your eyes
There is a whole world unseen and unrealized
Impossible to grasp even
In the realm of the Gods
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC