But primordial life, wild life striving to erupt into the open – that is lacking.
The world is everything that is the case.
So garden shears will comprehend the axe.
I bend at first, then kneel to ask this rose
What case exists as mere atomic facts.
I feel the soil. The sun is kind to beat
Upon my backside – meaning what it meant:
The logical picture of facts is thought,
And thought’s proposition, significant.
Do roots thus know the bloom? Does eye thus see
Itself? Does work thus play like rose with worm ?
All basic functions of veracity
Can pattern truth to serve the general form:
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must
Be silent: worm to rose and light from dust.
Oh hawt dayum.
And up next at TAC’s Friday Poetry Evening…..
Rabbit season!
Duck season!
Rabbit season!
Duck season!
Rabbit season!
Habit season!
Monk season!
Wouldja like to shoot me now or wait till you get home?
Shoot him now, shoot him now.
You keep outta this. He doesn’t hafta shoot you now.
Ha! That’s it! Hold it right there!…Pronoun trouble.
It’s not: “He doesn’t have to shoot *you* now.” It’s: “He doesn’t have to shoot *me* now.” Well, I say he does have to shoot me now!
So quote me now!
Th-, th-, th-, that’s all, folks!