Nietzsche Dreams On

Atop a mountain of mist and mystery (in the old style)
The lone philosopher stared into the sky.
Out of the mist came a Wagnerian dream…

Mythical beasts are slain and empires arise.
The shedding of blood, the bloodshed, anoints the dream.
Many die in umpteen wills to power.
But don’t let this concern you.
You are beyond the scummy multitude
Which dreams it own petty dreams.
Nothing more than rungs up the ladder to power.

This club-footed bag of nerves was called Nietzsche.
He sublimated well his sad state with words so masculine
They still take weak and inferior souls by storm.
Zit-faced students baptise themselves into paperback-Nietzsche
And find it a better option than terrace rucks or Iraq.
Yes, just like the teens who leaf through Judge Dread
To find a world in which they can stand proud.

Dasein

Being-with others.
Being-without-others.
Being-in-bed.
Being-heavily-pregnant.
Being-nearly-dead.
Being-a-"beingager".
Beings-meanz-Heinz.
Being-in-these-times.
Being-the-Other.
Being-about-a-bit.
Being-full-of-shit.
Being-not-I.
Being-fast-and-loose.
And tied to untruth.

Don't Think

 

Don’t think. Don’t think.

What’s the point? There is no point.

Where’s it got me? It's got me nowhere.

So don’t think.

Don’t think about anything – big, small; profound or trite.

It simply don’t matter. Simply do not think.

Do not think at all.

That’s the only way.

The only way 'til now I’ve never tried.

Try it now.Try not thinking.

You know it makes sense.

To Know, or Not to Know?

To know, or not to know?

That is the question!
It don’t mean a damn thing to know many-a-thing.
Don’t make you feel good. A better person.
Perhaps it’s no bad thing to know no thing.

 

To know ten new things before each breakfast - is that a good thing?

It’s not how much you know;

It's the things you do know.

And how you came to know them.

 

What do you do with your knowledge?

What would happen if you woke knowing nothing?

Bad things?
Go on. Fill your head- knowing this, knowing that, and knowing the other.

 

Do you know what too much knowing can give you?
A big hurt in the 'ead.
You! There! Like a knowledge-junky, you crave for knowledge.
You escape from the Real World.
The world we hear so much about.
The world where only others live.
And you, somehow, evade.

Either/Or

Either this is the case, or that is the case.
Not neither this nor that.
LEM rules; okay?

The nature of the case is that it's clear, or it's unclear.
Not neither clear nor unclear.
Thus there's no link between x’s being the case,

Or x’s not being the case.
LEM rules; okay?
 

Truth ain't sullied by untruth.
Truth is pure, precious; when free from falsehood.
That claim is either true, or it is not true. See?
Not neither true nor untrue.
Bivalence rules!

There is no hesitant play in such cases.
There is no third value or option.

The nature of truth - I say again - is pure and precious.
Untruth’s ugliness is as pure as truth’s beauty.
But not in any way as precious.
The truth can only be seen by the naked mind.
Through acts of intuition or insight,
Its light fixes upon reality and the Real.

This man is a good man, or he is a bad man.
Not neither good nor bad.
Moral bivalence rules!
His mind is spoiled, or it's not spoiled.
Not neither spoiled nor unspoiled.

 

There is no Aristotelian mean
Between such binary opposites.
These oppositions are defined
By their want of gradation.

Now; doesn’t bivalence rule!