Metaphysics

Unknowing Escapists

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unknowing Escapists 

 

 

 

Death, ..not proud—So sleep!

...dreaming of thy softer skin

—Thee—objectified!








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited on 07.19.2019, 07.18.2019, 07.17.2019 (On clarifications, disambiguation, misspelled/mistyped words, grammatical/semantical errors):  Upon reviewing my notes/comments, I could not help but notice something that I had to revise.  I have edited that something in my Author's Notes/Comments, for some time, yet I had not been able to update and indicate those in the former reedition (I may have forgotten it).  Some of my previous grammatical/semantical errors were corrected/edited; but that had also lent itself to being still erroneous after I had found out about the others/another, consequently.  Those were the scruples which I had, i.e., in noticing/not noticing/ignoring an unedited/missed part, i.e., of a sentence (that was erroneous & that which was consequently omitted.)

 

The idea behind this practice poem is certainly not an allusion to John Donne's famous line or to his poem, although it sounded like it—in fact, it was sort of in my head before this was done (I do not know about his poetics until later on, after doing this).  But the usage might easily denote such notions or concepts which you might have in mind already (a correlative or a relation/association to this).  The phrase first came to mind while I was in my first few steps of composing something (which I wanted to pull off in the creation process alone & not necessarily done while visualizing my supposed ends).  That might/could be dangerous if it was Magic.  I did not know what had prompted me.  It does not necessarily end up as I supposed to have wanted it to come off (in that it was not my endpoint, to think about it).  My orientation is/was not in that specified way, as for most poetic styles &/or semblances with each poems that are rather perceptual (aside from being already conceptual).  Generally.  It is a moot point to take note of the circularity of such philosophical arguments (e.g., especially at this time) which I could have done with the rest of my haiku adaptations during the last.  I kept on feeling awkward at using haikus in the first place, or for taking on the minimalistic Japanese approaches/styles (& the use of blank spaces), just to go about such particular pieces of "literary work".  I especially connote my written English aside from my own thoughts about the subjects (&/or objects) that comprise the 'denotata'/'designata' at the moment.  Besides, if you might want to really know about my objectives, you may outright realize that these would be my test pieces or guides for mapping out my whole understanding of Language.  I just hope that this note's real message (real intention) comes across and becomes well received in conjuction with the poem's explanation/history/reason/etc. as in the other author's notes/comments that went before this.

Preacher

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Preacher

 

 

—Truly righteous.  But...

No better than a mystic

Ah, divine nature...








Wind I (A Haiku About The Wind)







Wind I

(A Haiku About The Wind)

 

 

 

The wind gusts through me

As was on a street corner 

But not on branches








Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a haiku about winds and or wind gusts.  It is primarily composed for recording actual experiences about nature.  Its working title was formerly "A Haiku About Wind Gusts" that was later changed to "Winds I" (which was hoped to denote my first haiku about the subject).  There is an obvious "ontological commitment" (as for whenever I noted something up to this extent, 
in this type of entry field provided (for the author's notes/comments).  This time, the rest of the commentary would be truly personal (as it relates to one's own "value commitments" in recording events that which were thought to be influenced by supernatural/metaphysical agencies (on
an externalist lens/outside looking in).  A possible antecedence, or observed instantiation in such
similar instances/experiences, was also taken into consideration (while I recount them).  Even if it was said to be a metaphysical synonymy, this claim could still be highly debatable because of it being a philosophical argument.

 

Titles are for squares

This sweet cesspool hastens me to death

Feel my fading life and fleeting breath

I hope in the end; certainty of what was meant

And until then, I reject social constructs

I implore you look up!

What are we a smaller part of?

Some intricate tapestry, it could be ANYTHING

Entertain the thought, and lose your 'sanity'

Think for yourself, don't blindly follow

Or you may regret it on the morrow

After you've lead your life as though it were prescribed

And never once pondered the nature of the ride༄

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by mescaline...I'm committed not addicted

"The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is"

-Khalil Gibran