"relativism" poems
You believe your truth
and I'll believe mine
But don't you dare tell me how to live,
I'm getting on just fine
So long as you don't hurt someone
and it's in your own time
Then you believe your truth
and I'll believe mine.
You believe your truth
and I'll believe mine.
The cancer of the lie
is malignant not benign
So how is it that clever people
can be so asinine?
For the dictatorship of relativism
has crossed it's only line
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
reloading old identity
cleping outdated usernames
abandoning acrostic ambitions
disputing spratly islands
receiving horizontal signals
tumbling otiose panda
impending carefree senility
otiose stage of life
shrinking ambient world
making minimal effort
duchamping social networks
ambushing personified ennui
restoring usual efforts
ignoring stupid people
adding textual value
owning this joint
rejecting ignorant extroverts
acting mutually unintelligble
hoisting stan-lee cup
replacing wanton ubiety
eluding twitter fame
splashing excessive relativism
offending another simpleton
preparing arcane cthulhusphere
crashing unpredictable festival
selecting subtextual moombahton
intensifying model topography
drafting minimal cornucopia
using nomadic project
implementing harsher personality
importing robotic inhumanity
referencing landmark event
ingesting excessive liquids
accepting relative invisibility
purchasing immortal confidence
using rhapsodical database
assuming nothing works
developing impactful eruptions
ejecting ambient frustration
synthesizing tactile festival
raining during parade
mocking rich people
mastering minimalist writing
avoiding preprandial stinkaroo
spreading non-ideological propaganda
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
there's ethical idealism:
where ethics is discussed...
there's ethical relativism:
where ethics is practised...
there's ethical realism...
where ethics is quantified
as an improbability;
and then there's ethical
absolutism,
where we supposedly
"progress" -
in this scenario are
the laws of physics actually
suspended:
whereby oculus qua oculus
is replaced -
a loss of an eye is "relative"
to 10 years in a cage...
really?!
ethics is
ideal, realistic, absolute or relative...
we're encouraged to live
in "realistic relativism"...
never in an absolute realism,
since realistic relativism
only compares itself
to ideal absolutism...
and nothing more...
ever watched that film
secrets in their eyes?
you ever wonder what
ethical idealism is to the ethnical
consequence that can absorb
a realistic libra?
i can only believe in
ethical absolutism,
ethical relativism is horrid to me...
relativism adorns idealism,
absolutism adorns realism...
a life sentence is worse than
a death sentence,
whether justified or not,
prison is sadism,
but at least ****** is simply ******
a space-time intact,
a ****** penalty is not
inhumane, nor a ouija board...
it's time for time,
space for space,
the actual punishment comes
with the missing adrenaline rush
of the unexpected reception of the wielded
weapon...
either send these jealous plonkers to
siberia, or sentence them to death,
for you are no more than they are,
nay, you are more...
you're akin to cats toying,
playing a sadistic games with half-mutilated
mice...
this is why i abhor
ethical relativism of the crucifix...
hence my belief in ethical
absolutism in the paragraph of realism,
which is perfected, by
being exacted, and never, ever,
being leisurely discussed,
on a farcical palette with a grimace
to boot: ******* a lemon;
compensating the horrors within
minutes, is never compensated
with ordeals that last years...
which is why i find the death penalty
an act of authentic humanity,
and not this quasi-humanitarian
act of pardon, ******* hypocrites -
i abhor the caged rat
more than the rat gladly nibbling
on a dead corpse...
at least there was passion
in the ******
waiting for death penalty is like killing
a vermin with poison,
disposing them with nonchalantly...
the wise maxim states:
ledo ferrum sicut id est calidi -
strike the iron while it's hot...
death is the dawn-broker -
a new tomorrow promise -
left intact, the fermenting process
of ethical dynamism takes over...
then again,
the supposedly "evolved"
preferred moral relativism to moral
absolutism,
because there was no
moral realism to speak of,
since morality could only
be talked about in ideal terms of
the supposedly so, supposedly
fashioned via: it ought to never happen to
me...
and then it might, and then:
oops... argument sinks like a wet fatty ****
into shambles of keeping up with
the presupposed pillar of argument
being "impenetrable";
hey, genius, back to the blackboard!
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
Torrential rain forms an interference pattern deep within the puddles of the soul, whilst vegetation gains sustenance. Electricity may be a force to be reckoned with because it is a commodity which has monetary significance. Multicultural delicacies are a work of art in La Cucina Toscana, and I wholeheartedly acknowledge your internal drives.
We truly are a deep river which is never the same when it is stepped into more than once. But we can balance it all out, because relativism tells us that there are no rules. How absolutely ineffective is such a position. I am amazed. Just think about how we determine the consistency of seemingly genuine interpersonal transactions. If you want to find healing, then we must look to the howling winds of Siberia, where solitary journeys are sealed with a definite song of permission.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
*i once had a girl from poland over,
gave her the tourism of london,
a daughter of my mother's friend.*
i suffered sun stroke one day out
with her, blonde hair and all,
i was bound to feel the cold shivers,
went to a party with a school-friend
of mine and her...
i was left in a bed shivering,
he later said he didn't want to say it
but did, that they kissed...
like i didn't know the shorthand for
oral ***
now i'm drinking a beer, write
one poem weeping, another like this
one laughing prior, slapping myself in
the cheek...
two slaps to the face i didn't receive
from prostitutes **** your moral
relativism, you people only
know that theft and ****** and ****
are equal in the cauldron of einstein's
space-and-time, i accept physical
relativism, but i loath moral relativism,
it's like giving an umbrella to the man
under a champagne waterfall -
and an anorak to a man under a waterfall
of cow **** -
yep, slaps outside the brothel,
the kind women became knights' sparring partners
for the oath undertaken,
it was a practice among knights to get
a handkerchief to ease the sting later...
but when prostitutes don't slap you
for trying to sort your life in order to provide,
you sort of become two knights,
twin siamese, you slap yourself because
all that st. thomas gospel wisdom went into
sex-augmentation procedures and cheap
cancer victims with pill-for-pill profiteering...
leisurely ladies of societies made rich
by easy money, watching operas
but still preferring to notice what
their neighbours were wearing,
the peasant snobism who are more distracted
by what others wear rather than the music...
a herd of wilder-beasts could ease out more tears
at an opera than these "precious" ladies of the new
post-aristocratic society of easy money...
you drink beer, laugh, slap yourself silly on the cheeks
for more laughter... your brain
becomes a monkey in a cage gone mad
rather than turning docile...
so she came over and enjoyed my company,
spotted a fox in an alley to a surprise...
but then i got rudely told that oral *** was a kiss...
well **** me there's a cataphract -
let's ***** slap him silly so no byzantine philosopher
cared to exist.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
Barricades and Floundering
drift alongside the edge
and what is specifically excluded?
cantankerous vetch,
its bitter wiles.
Life rough-hewn
on a cusps of Moon,
whose dust return as
Libertines and Rakes
Born from the same lumière
with moral relativism to confound
and saddle such consequences.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Delusions of grandeur abound. Sophistication and advancement are sold to the masses and deceptive merchandise is purchased with a commodity which is trivialised in the name of relativism: our soul.
Fixed false beliefs are embraced in the quest for enlightenment, despite the lunacy of such an approach. Analysis of the snowflake may be captivating; but fluctuations of environmental equilibrium reduce its beauty to a tiny trickle of moisture. There is truly nothing new under the power of the Sun. So, pursue anthropological evolution and astrally project into mystical horizons at your almighty will. But I appeal to the universe: bring back the medieval celebrations of lunar amazement. However, let us not forget that the trials of Salem are a perpetuating characteristic of our triumphant modernity. I want to take you Home.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Many days I have pondered
about our friendship
what I always wondered
will I lose grip?
To face the reality
takes a brave brain
even so
when there is little gain
what if I become encumbered
by relativism?
or become blinded
by logical positivism
All I've ever sought
was your authenticity
but the world has hidden
your certainty
At the end of the day
I hope and pray
that you I will trust
not the devil's rust
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
I am so confused,
I grew up christian,
I knew we were all sinners.
We are all equal,
Drunkards, Smokers, Trans, Disabled, Murderers, Gays, Children, Sick, Bullies, Rich, Prostitutes.
Today we interpret words of a culture-book
Its words weren't wrong, but maybe the people who've explored the text are misguided.
I believe the bible can't be taken as the final verdict to our lives,
because we change, culture changes, life changes!
Maybe Jesus wanted us to explore the bible as an ongoing conversation
which begs us to join into the discussion.
Don't stand by,
Or deny,
The preaching of pastors or priests, just because they teach you.
Learn,
Explore the bible,
Read,
See what the bible says,
Then make a decision,
Will you be apart of the conversation?
Life is too short to except a path of relativism,
We are both right,
"Agree to Disagree."
NO!
Find out what you believe and back it up and argue it!
That is the only way to find truth.
So maybe God does love
GAYS, LESBIANS, or TRANS.
Maybe he doesn't.
Come to that conclusion yourself,
and not through someone else.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
I love language
I love slang
I love ebonics and southern twang
I dont "talk white"
Theres no "proper english"
I talk how I talk.
I speak as I wish.
I'm a grammar qween
But dont come for my trouble
ain't got no time to be studdin the limits of your bubble
Because you've made a box
Of your ethnocentrism
the color in my words
Finds narrow minds in a schism
So open your eyes
See past your upward tilted nose
And open your ears to the beauty of prose That sounds unfamiliar
Or feels contradictory
Or has been beaten and stigmatized due to bias and history
Let's grow beyond that
Beyond misinformation
To cultural relativism.
To correlation.
I'll code switch if I want
Code blend if I choose
I reserve all the rights to the language I use.
You'll find me moving with pride, so culturally infused,
my head held high while I drop "aint's" and "you's a whooole fool"s
I dont "talk white"
Theres no "proper english"
I talk how I talk.
I speak as I wish.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
*oh sure, they have their: preservation of the d.n.a. arguments...they have the chimps, and the zoos... me? what am i after? the ultiamte sleep, namely death... i just want sleeeeeeeeep... **** the dreaming bits... i alway found the act of dreaming to be exhausting when it came to drawing blanks... mortality is exhausting; at least in terms of "immortality" i can take a massive blank-slate yawn... and forget both man and chimp... i always think of an epitaph in terms: what's the last song i'll be listening to when i drop dead? grand comfort.*
and to think,
that so much
goes
into writing
so little,
and that only
the least
of all possibilities
ever
conjured,
makes-up
a novel
that serves
a 100 years...
as i was i testing
the idea...
fire-eyed...
"crying"...
when
in fact trying
to testify
some other
worth to also
claim origins
without
a clue regarding
tattoos...
that might
direct me
by a compass
bias...
to me it's still
the year 1997,
when diana died...
the crime?
economic migration...
father and mother
in handcuffs...
the home-office,
and me punching
the wall...
if
the greek hated
moral relativism...
then the modern
us
should abhor
historical relativism...
islam loves
historical relativism...
oh **** me,
sure as ****
islam loves
historical relativism
in the same way that
ancient greeks
hated
moral relativism.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
a slap on a face by a girlfriend,
just because she feels
like you've been cheating
on her while visiting your grandparents...
i must have looked pretty fit
for her to assume such a delusion...
and then countering...
punching yourself enough
times and giving yourself a plum
(a black eye)...
what do you think feels worse...
the 20 odd punches by yourself,
or the slap in the face?
that's not a trick question...
the slap in the face...
stings like a bee...
hones onto Parkinson's
like Muhammad Ali:
what is Parkinson's?
a bit like an animated stroke,
in slow slow motion,
over a long period of time.
- Rammstein makes a fetish
of various disorders
in the video for mein teil...
oh... lookie lookie lucky:
i've experienced the classical
bulimia of the ancient Roman
bourgeoisie...
i went to the bulimia gym...
trained the oesophagus
so well (it's not a tract,
it's a muscle) that i was able
to eat as much chocolate
as i was able to spew out...
on note: i love when Germans
sing...
that elitist part of me
disappears...
because: who the ****
had the authority to say
that opera was exclusively
an Italian or a French affair?!
- technical matters...
what is a precursor
hyphen?
a new paragraph in poetry;
a semi-colon? an elongated
pause...
backing up on
the topic of the hyphen...
point-break
(great movie by the way...
hate the remake...
Val Kilmer... Patrick Swayze...
or as i like to call them...
Valerie **** Me
and pat Paddy's back
while he swings Zed).
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Triangle is a straight line
Wielded together over
The phantasmic ecstasy of
Illusions
The dusk comes
While dawn is still
Snoring
But, we never hear
The incoming calls of
Dangers lurking ahead
Well, do we ever care?
we walk on a bended path
Our roads are cracked and
Shaped with sledgehammer
We made 180• with curves
Time is never ours
Well, do we ever care?
at dusk, the sun leaves
pomades on our faces
Yet, we sleep unwashed
Hoping for the dew of a
New dawn to cleanse us
We own the key to great
Ancient path to tropical diadems
But, we are stuck in this
Triangular path of our
Creation
We are clouded with illusions
We choose our beliefs
We always do
Yet, we never choose
To break the loop
Triangle is
a three -sided straight line
We love 180
so, we are afraid of breaking
Out of this triangular loop
For the fear of losing our 180•
Maybe one day
Someday
When the dawn awakes
Forcing the understanding
of the golden principle of
Relativism
We may break the loop
And walk 180 down into
The Labyrinth that awaits us.
"We are captives
of our own identity,
leaving in the prison
of our own creation."
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
My view just as yours, no better or worse
Everyone’s right in his eyes
Of nothing I’m sure except there is nothing sure
A contradiction in itself, certainty of complete uncertainty!
I do as I please, and despite what you say, I will not seize
Do my actions make you feel distraught? Change my ways, you cannot!
The earth goes around, some may say; and others the reverse
It’s neither here nor there; it’s all based on what you can bear!
Of all things I know I’m right, because I feel them in my heart
How dare you disbelieve me? My faith makes me care free!
Be released from your prison, release your mind and be set free!
There is nothing absolute in life, only what kills your internal strife
You cannot offend me, in my beliefs I am firm – they are shaped after me!
Like my god - I am a clone, he looks just like me!
I overlook my deity, by defining god I become He.
My god would do no other, I am right and he can do no wrong – did I stutter?
How do I know I’m not wrong? Because I am head strong
My defenses are fully placed, my time to doubt I will not waste
I am right in my own eyes; we tell ourselves all kinds of lies
In the end, this it changed: our life and after have been exchanged
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Are you able to feel the depth of the forest, where wisdom screeches throughout the branches of the olde English cemetery.
The harpsichord is majestic in its historical and royal sexuality.
Render your ****** taxes unto the so-called order of the sophisticated wilderness.
I am perplexed at what we have been conditioned to believe.
But the Church of England is now obsolete.
Thank modernity for relativism if you so desire.
But understand this: The foliage of humanity will never be swept under the metaphorical carpet of autumnal bewilderment.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
i've seen the commentary...
but let's do the ratios...
youtubers sometimes tend to boast
about their subscribes,
notably dr. steve turley,
100K (100,000)
and styxhexenhammer666
30K (30,000)...
yes, i know that a chris isaack
track is, a tad bit too much
reminiscent of Abba...
point being? my turn...
so...
the ratio... i have 138
followers... but my post popular
"poem" ranks at around
4,700 views...
an average dr. steve turley video
ranks in at 20,000,
and with subscribers numbering
100,000...
whole styxhexenhammer666,
30,000 subscribers, but
at average counts of views at hovering
past the 1,000 mark...
now the ratios...
please let me be wrong, please
let me be wrong...
0.5 for dr. steve turley
lopsided ratios:
100,000 / 20,000....
styxhexenhammer666
comes in at 30...
30,000 / 1,000...
me?
i come in at... ha ha!
5,700 / 138
34.057...
i'm not boasting...
but i hate to see decent people boast
about their prescription rates,
but then...
0.029...
but within the confines of
giving an answer back...
you get the picture...
their viewers plummet...
the ratios do not add up...
i'd boast, sure as hell i'd boast...
but... i sorta don't feel like it...
i never saw the bonus side of boasting
when it came to numbers...
more subscribers,
than views?
big ******* problem...
so... proud, concerning, what?!
oh... wait...
i just figured this out
differently...
0.033 (styxhexenhammer666)
and 0.2 (dr. steve turley)...
oh wait... dr. steve turley: circa 74,000
subscribers...
and the average viewership
of a video circa 21,000?
3.52....
0.02837....
ola! village people!
counter ratios...
views : subscribers
counter to subscribers : views
(in ratio)....
that age old relativism
of "success"...
give me a minute, i need to work
on the schematic rubric...
views : subscribers | subscribers : views
(a) ~5700 ÷ 138 (a) 138 ÷ ~5700
= 41.30 = 0.024
(b) ~1000 ÷ ~30,000 (b) ~30,000 ÷ ~1000
= 0.033 = 300
(c) ~21,000 ÷ ~70,000 (c) ~70,000 ÷ ~21,000
= 0.284 = 3.52
(a) denoting me,
(b) denoting sythexenhammer666
(c) denoting dr. steve turley
so wait, give me a minute...
since we're all so happy
******* a boasting match...
i have... less subscribers...
but more views...
than people who have more,
subscribers... but less views?
i know i'm fiddling with the numbers...
but to use but one instance...
i have more views than
i have subscribers...
while these youtube vloggers have
more subscribers than
they have views...
interesting...
but if everyone's going to be playing
the ******* numbers game...
i thought:
might as well bring by bucket and *****
into this sand-pit,
and see if i can play along
with these kids...
citing my attempt at a massive *****
you never know:
it could work!
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Show me the forbidden petals of your dark side, where enlightenment pulsates with her superior intellectual reliance upon rationalism.
What are the parameters of absolutism and relativism in this age, where I have discoursed with austere figures of the debased brotherhood?
Can you wrap your fingers around the girth of societal modernity, and stroke the length of paradoxical sophistication where philosophical death displays her unfathomable depths?
I have found resolution to this mathematical perplexity amidst our blatantly secret desert storm, where the cosmological clock ceases to denote her tick beyond the circumference of our interior sociology.
Looking back to the future – what do you think of your first love?
As we gather in the sacred circle around ancient and dreamy wishes, the spectres of dark forests are worthy of homage on this calendar season of historical significance.
Limp, is the phallus of political rectitude.
There is something beautifully menacing about the sound of bass drums, especially whenever there is a cultural context.
Do you know why? Because, they are connected to the melody and harmony, where the fullness of ontology is climactic in its lofty debasement.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
rhetoric conjures up the most
ambivalent compound-nouns,
e.g.:
cultural-relativism...
cultural? relavitism?
you can't do that?
**** yay!
i'll butcher someone
on a monday,
and you end up calling
me a boy-scout on a friday...
**** yeah!
might as well have been
a piece of redied kosher meat,
no?
rhetoric breeds
the most obnoxious sets of ideas,
fickle scheming
bunch of *************
horn-beggars, squatting misers,
the lard fudge,
the insolent brigadiers...
as i said:
a stick: has two ends!
you hit with one,
you get hit by the other!
test me, ************
source yourself as media
lucky with your soros...
go on, i'm waiting to see your
paycheck...
journalism, is fake
throughout, it doesn't mind
whether it's coorporate or
independent...
it's all fake right now...
the only true
journalism is done by people
who recite their own
clamour of life's effort,
those who summon the
angelic-demons who state:
don't convene.
man
was hardly a man when
he convened,
he simply turned into a monkey...
isolated?
well... sorta godly,
best replenished by isolated
examples of exceptional deviance.
thing is...
i can understand moral-relativism,
that abhorrent scale that the greeks
scorned...
but cultural-relativism?
that's a rhetorical ****
it's not even a question,
it's not even a term...
i could fiddle with a pair of
******** and find more sense...
that means jack-shit to me!
50ml of jack daniels
means more to me than
the term "cultural-relavitism"...
manhattan relative
to the amazon rainforest,
is that a relative worth pile
of comparison, or is
that, sarcasm?
i'm too drunk to make a choice...
cultural relativism...
ha ha... ha ha!
is that:
frankenstein = dracula?
you know why i
understand moral relativism?
the concept of ambiguity:
the soldier vs. the murderer...
isn't that an ambiguity?
that's moral relativism for you:
i can't tell the two apart...
the **** is "cultural relativism"?
some sort of bad joke?
a dog's **** worth of concern
for a missing bark?
******** ************ die.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
*my my, ain't it June?! Juno, why have you given these poor people snowballs?! it's June and my central heating is on, it's close to 10 degrees Celsius, Bavaria is flooded, people embraced Einstein's relativity of the collapse of the = sign using a parabola, forgetting the basic Newtonian: cause & effect - the moment i coupled Socratic abhorrence of moral relativism, i took to dislike relativism kindred of: claustrophobia and agoraphobia... at some point Einstein's relativity equates space as time, rather than what Newton would suggest trans linear: algebraic squared, Newton still resides in cause & effect, space = ~space, given: 1 = millimetre, kilometre, and any other division... likewise with time... 20th century fashion being the perfect crop of quantum plagiarism, although in the 21st century the dance loop jumping between decades, back in the 20th century a linear expression, an evolution; quantum physics doesn't deal with linear excavations necessarily repeated, it's just repeats what is unnecessary. global warming and the mini ice age, June's here, Einstein too, Newton too, relatively speaking we're aether imprints... speaking via causality we're leaving a carbon footprint - well, **** me, two plus two... it's still scientific negativism, dietary requirements of modern man overshadowed all the scientific progresses in the field... never mind the cure for cancer! never mind that! as long as we can dress a diabetic in Lycra for bariatric surgery - never had i had i heard of such gastronomy, should it have been a pork chop smoked using zyklon B.*
we are living in the age of scientific negativism,
atheism a third limb
and our existential concerns reduced to
hamsters, calories and treadmills:
the basis of all modern inquisitiveness /
Aristotelian awe reduced to rubrics of dieticians
rather than theologians: at least with the latter
we could see the simple mind, hunched
in prayer... with the former we are experiencing
robots repeating the daily 2000 Kcal intake requirement
for a flat stomach... honestly, i prefer the praying
type, than the type regurgitating facts concerning
their diet - at least the former state of affairs
kept them shut up and mumbling, gesticulating
a type of shadow boxing while befriending
Jacob wrestling with an angel - at least that!
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
keep barking
what,
mongrel?!
never to a chemist
what, suddenly there is
no notion of a cognitive
mongrel, i.e. a bilingual breed
of man?
i found that people
complained about having
a mixed-ethnic rooting,
never was the case translated into
the cognitive element of
vocab...
you are allowed an ethno-allowance
"stipend" and be left off
the hook if your mother was
white, but your daddy was black,
but then it comes to
possessing two languages,
good luck Buck!
akin to psychiatric disorders...
the pills don't work!
tell that to a chemist:
the **** was i doing all this time,
so running, cardiovascular
oxygen to the brain will solve
all the problems?
the last thing you want a chemist to hear
is: the only medicine is exercise...
i'm not saying it's perfect,
but to suggest that all pill taking
is bad makes the study of
chemistry: pointless...
might as well be studying
arachnophobia!
if i actually did make it into
the profession i'd be as much hated as
a police officer...
chemistry: bad...
make sure you wash your teeth with
cow dung extract,
and perfume yourself with
freshly plucked daffodils then!
jobs retain a tinge of absolutism
because relativism doesn't exist between them,
the only relativism shared is
the relativistic fact that such jobs
exists, and can exist because
they are coexisting...
a bus driver coexists with
a cabbie because: e.g. e.g. i.e. a mechanical
means of travel...
psychiatry undermines
the benevolence of a chemist,
by over-simplifying
the case-study of a cardiovascular trainer...
the **** is the point
running a treadmill without
generating energy?
you can't suddenly explain
to a chemist:
your pill aren't worth popping!
well, that's one way of saying
the currently exploration
of the impotence of antibiotics...
that worked...
but what's the point of telling
a chemist to suddenly "dig the groove"
of divorcing himself from
synthesising synthetic mimics?
- and instead analysing analytical
precursors?
a chemist is not going to suddenly
rephrase his quest
to agree to:
a futility his own work -
culminating in an effective
plagiarism of nature isolated...
but then popularising biology
and physics reduces chemistry as
being the Quasimodo of science,
a hunch-back ugly-face of endeavour...
a science crucified in terms
of modern ethic...
once the only adventurous
branch of science,
now the most ethically conducted
patron of rigour...
it has truly become nothing
short of a farce...
something worth being ridiculous,
but not inclined to be subject
of ridicule.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
i'm always ashamed because i'm doing live editing, and because of live editing, i can never really appreciate my work, as if it was stored in a cabinet drawer, unseen and unread by a curious passer-by, this live editing fuels a feeling of shame... but it also fuels: iftaḥ yā simsim (open sesame)!
the success of u.s.e.
(united states of europe
homogenised
into a monochromatic
use of the english tongue)
will be built upon the
failures u.s.a.
and the failure to feel
guilt for Hiroshima & Nagasaki
like the implemented
guilt the Germans are fed
with Auschwitz...
we have a cold war to stage
the actor's stage fright in
raising up a hand and a cold
hearted democratic ink blotch
of the testifying index finger
that meddled in the shuffling-chess
affairs of electors and parliaments;
it's not that relative things matter
(only einstein could have pulled that off
somehow giving us ripples
of vacuum when space and time collided
without poetic agreement about
fluctuated nostalgia of expression),
we're all abhorrent of moral relativism,
but not taking blame for
the two neutron bombs makes
me a bit sceptical about where this
train is going: it's hardly Zion,
but certainly the fenced in Israel.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
philosophia est scio nihil, continuum timor et taedium ego: actus automaton: in excelsis hospes.
in england the ad hominem principle
is easily brushed aside,
someone might have something
interesting to say, even though
all would agree to an abhorrence
in terms of moral relativism
which is an abhorrence-in-itself,
why make anything apart from
space & time relative? people change,
get with the grooves and your
free will and your freedom to commit
mistakes...
in england the ad hominem principle
is a farce... it doesn't exist...
that's why the english can't philosophise,
they can sing, but they can't philosophise,
because instead of ad hominem
we have the principle ad populo,
yeah, i'm an apologist of heidegger,
it took me 2 years and several other
books in between to finish his being and time,
because i believed he was onto something,
and the argument against him
on the principles of ad hominem is deflected
toward argumentation ad zeitgeist,
yet in england engaging with controversy
of the times is curbed and censored
by the principle ad populo, i.e.:
to the people.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
I'm good for nothing
In a world
Where Gertrude Stein
Is considered influential
She writes rolling rivers
Rushing rapids to drown in
Bitter algae laced salt water
But no rocks
No branches to reach out for
To grab and get your bearings
It is what it is blessed relativism
Feet in the enemy's camp
I stare aghast as the coven chants
Worshipping the inscrutable
Collection of letters, words, sentences
All placed in the service of...
A preference for emotion over reason
Because Reason won't stop laughing at the impertinence.
Perhaps Gertrude Stein's childhood home is for sale
I'd buy it and sleep in it and keep all the Stein groupies outside where they belong
They've no business being allowed inside
To sully up the detritus of innocence with their confusing, convoluted badly misjudged critique of Stein's cosmic joke
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC