i have no idea why i won't touch the stuff...
what stuff?
i just can't read English philosophers...
i can't read them...
they're too... iffy for me...
too much Peter Pan...
i know that's a bad analogy,
but they're just so, ****, practical,
it makes other thinkers look
like... Dumbo...
great in the abstract,
but when applied? total crap.
i have to continue my muse
of how, poetry is the equivalent of
journalism of the mythological test of time,
and how journalism killed off history,
all are historiological attempts of confining
space, to the mortality unit of time
expressed, encouraged, consumed...
psst... the English say they are
natural poets... but given their scientific
advancements... they hate verbiage...
or at least, the verbose expression...
basically language outside the confines
of a strait-jacket...
history has a place, and a time,
it's far from the space-time continuum...
yes... a place, and a time...
it's far from the space-time continuum...
would a slice of lime work
better with a bourbon Blackbeard
or a whiskey Blackbeard?
David Bowie still lives...
ok ok... rebel rebel...
but replicas' album tubeway army?
with the song down in the park?
what's all this talk of
eugene roddenberry
and robert heinlein?
i was always more of a fan of
philip k. ****'s stuff..
gary newman made a replica of
the do androids dream of electric
sheep... that 80s aura of:
curiosity...
i really can't read English philosophers...
i tried to read the Leviathan
by Hobbes...
i tried... i failed miserably...
this persistent susceptibility of
a quasi-state of arrogance...
liberal democracy this,
liberal democracy that...
like... antiques being sold in
an Ikea warehouse...
totally pointless...
or more to the point:
underscored in value...
i've come across great
English poets... but in terms of thought?
these ******* were already more concerned
with mob gains of talking
than thinking...
the English fake thinking,
as they out-perform other nations in acting...
in the East the English are known as:
the dwu-twarz: two-faced...
oh hell... they can sing too...
after all, every nation has its genius
that outperforms over nations...
the Polacks are great at volleyball...
but that doesn't make them
great thinkers...
Hobbes evidently is supposed
to outperform Marx in the Utopia game...
i like neither...
and i'll read neither...
well... i tried reading the former...
i just see the English language as
an intricate patchwork,
crossword puzzle of what was
formerly Germanic in spirit and
endeavor...
nothing more...
little Herman the 5th Pumpernickel
Earl of Shropshire...
i can't read into the English thought
by their historical elites...
i find myself akin to Handel...
i'm here... i'll do this...
but the locals don't come near me...
i can't be English...
at least i will not fake that
fact, and subvert the culture
as a Pakistani up north
within the confines of a grooming gang...
as uncomfortable as that might sound...
here's a coin flip...
hands on tails... well... waggling...
hands on heads... nodding...
win win scenario...
English thought is ugly...
perhaps appealing in the field of
biology: Darwin,
physics: Newton,
chemistry: Faraday
but in terms of abstractions?
a bunch of Dorian Grays
who ****** Joseph Merrick...
no... not pretty...
the English are the ugliest variant
of a people exercising the right to
think in abstract parameters...
look... they decided on this long
ago... they are the ones who
chose to talk freely,
they championed the freedom
of speech...
i'm pretty sure they weren't the ones
who chose to think (freely)...
the didn't champion the freedom
of thought...
so... why would i find their
philosophy appealing?!
i managed quiet fine with their
proof of solipsism...
**** on a crowded tube...
and expect to find someone
who finds the odor appealing...
not going to happen...
i can't stomach an English
"philosophy": because it's always too
practical, too ergonomic...
sure... give an Englishman
something physically mandible,
Darwin in the realm of biology,
Newton in the realm of of physics,
or Faraday in the realm of chemistry...
fine...
but to ask an Englishman to
champion the humanism of science
in the realm of philosophy?
no... please... don't bother...
leave the merry ol' *******
to write you a sonnet,
or sing you a new year's
hymn akin to auld lang syne...
believe... it'll work out best
for all of us.
