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May 26, 2023


Elegant thinker is Mr. Schopenhauer. Clearly his will is at work, he asserts that his understanding varies from that of philosophers from the beginning of time, this is a triumphal act of will rather than intellect.

A little poem written for Mr. Schopenhauer.


Cracking bones to find the marrow,
Look elsewhere than ossified channels,
Nourishing drops of oily tallow,
Fall occasionally on grey flannel,

From the moon, the lunar gift,
Insight into thought so clear,
Tinged with lunacy's awkward drift,
Understanding purchased so dear,

We the benighted listen close,
To heads so much wiser still,
And the question they pose,
"Isn't it all a matter of will?"

Amazing stuff; not conscious "knowledge" but the "will" -- with the proviso that the will is mostly unconscious and transcends even the pleasure principle.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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