Tag Archives: Existence

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // The Man by Stephen Crane

 A man said to the universe,
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”

by STEPHEN CRANE (1871-1900)
Public Domain Poetry

GUEST POST // PHILOSOPHY LATTE by DRDAMIANG

cafe philosophy

Marx
Nietzsche
Sartre
Foucault

sitting jabbering away at the corner table
a sight so
trendy spendy, so
idea
as frothy latte
so pop goes
the weasel

and don’t give me your
ill-conceived ivory-tower bullshit
before these guys
have had their second espresso
the world will have changed

sorry Heraclitus, but the world
will will stepping into these ideas
forever
footnote to Plato? that
was just paddling around

steamy existence before vapid essence
you can just
imagine how the Greeks would
have handled that idea

consciousness boiling away
in the background

there is being
then there is nothingness
then there is the smell of
freshly-
ground coffee

sit down, take in
that wonderful aroma
see what the Universe has determined what
can be said, equally now
what must unfold

by DRDAMIANG
© All rights reserved 2021

GUEST POST // #2407 by onlyfragments

I am not the granddaughter of the witches you couldn’t burn.
I am not the blood of their blood or any of that suburban white witch bullshit.
I am Witch because the title is mine to claim by right:
by right of my rage
by right of my resistance
by right of my existence in a world
that threatens to crush everything I love under the boot heel of assimilation.
You want Burning Times?
I’ll show you some motherfucking Burning Times.

by ONLYFRAGMENTS
© All rights reserved 2020

GUEST POST // Ghost Letter 53 by Mark Renney

I have managed to abandon the City yet again but there it is; the point that rankles, a sharp needle stuck in my side as I walk, the fact that I have done this before, that I am doing it again.

I rarely think about my former existence, but I remember now how my past life had also been filled with repetition. But the rituals then had been more intimate and my connection with the places I frequented much more deeply ingrained and that these places had been rife with memories.

I wonder, is this what I am running from, am I trying to forget, to not feel this deeper connection. Drawing to a halt, I turn away from the busy road and, gazing out across the open fields, I realise that, if so, then I have failed.

by MARK RENNEY
© All rights reserved 2020

the strand (lost paradise lament)

seraph, a man in a grain of sand
how far you have fallen
all trace of you got swept beneath
the sea of time, your alleged crime

you tried to pay your respects
to the last breath, but lies still lie and
fidelity has long left the stage
he’s gone, never to pass this way again

you bear the echo of all that was
with the weight of a dead crown
are these the days of clarity
in the sea of time, a bitter wine

lilies grow amongst the skulls now
the aftermath of your unseen war
have you not seen through the tears
you, the unreconstructed man

silence, and dark tranquillity
morning star, you blanch at the dawn
parlay at the speed of trust’s decay
this sea of time, the mere sublime

grief has frozen you to the shoreline
the pain of you reaches into a lie
verging on hope, though god knows why
a quiet smoke seeking ascension’s sigh

who will come for you now
who will comfort you, bury you

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018