Philosophy &Poetry Entropy | 29 Apr 2008
Platonic Love
We dine at Adorno and return to my Beauvoir.
She compliments me on my Bachelard pad.
I pop in a Santayana CD and Saussure back to the couch.
On my way, I pull out two fine Kristeva wine glasses.
I pour some Merleau-Ponty and return the Aristotle to Descartes.
After pausing an Unamuno, I wrap my arm around her Hegel.
Her hair smells of wild Lukacs and Labriola.
Our small talk expands to include Dewey, Moore and Kant.
I confess to her what’s in my Eckhart. We Locke.
By this point, we’re totally Blavatsky.
We stretch out on the Schopenhauer.
She slips out of her Lyotard and I fumble with my Levi-Strauss.
She unhooks her Buber and I pull off my Spinoza.
I run my finger along her Heraclitus as she fondles my Bacon.
She stops to ask me if I brought any Kierkegaard. I nod.
We Foucault.
She lights a cigarette and compares Foucault to Lacan.
I roll over and Derrida.
-By Curt Anderson
on 30 Apr 2008 at 1:04 pm 1.michele roohani said …
this is very cute ajay but it can’t top woody allen’s “whore of mensa” http://woodyallenitalia.tripod.com/short-uk.html
an absolute “must read”.
just noticed weinberg’s quote in your blog – great choice as usual my friend.
i like this satement of his too:
“We don’t know the final laws yet, but as far as we have been able to see, they are utterly impersonal and quite without any special role for life.”