(found in Section I. Of Space. 2. Metaphysical Exposition of this Conception – The Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant)

(found in Chapter I. Appearance and Reality – The Problems of Philosophy by Bertrand Russell)

(prompted by I. THE THREE METAMORPHOSES – Thus Spake Zarathustra, A Book for All and None by Friedrich Nietzsche)

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I

This conceptism. And as we are constructing, there is suffixism for building further towers. Who would have thought that in a global lockdown, Racism should be the one to reassert the primacy – how its virus is the enduring disease. Unable to get past the G&C album [mint condition sleeve; excellent condition vinylism]. Is it a running out of ideas to state etceteraism, as if any other composition – playful or insidious – would be as meaningful? Another question: is this a grand narrative or gibberish? I want to ask, but won’t pose as such, how the apparent neutrality of an ism attached to race cannot have / add / possess / be the maker of the ideology, though framing it in a world of thinking seems preposterous. Imagine the synonyms for Trumpism. Ism / ism / ism / ism / ism as a rhythm in a poem’s way of life.

II

state life to
the virus condition

and building
insidious ideas there;

as disease, it is the
condition attached to ism,

ideology maker
and framing;

a preposterous
narrative is racism

constructing a race
as conceptism;

thinking cannot
possess a poem’s

enduring, the
lockdown of rhythm

III

In want, we cannot have a lockdown
of the unable as the virus will ask
what we want and all we will have is
the question. Would disease ever be
meaningful, framing synonyms for its
neutrality? It is constructing a life
condition, the primacy of enduring,
and to imagine etceteraism is when
running to the towers, as preposterous
as thinking this the race to a global
narrative of rhythm. Imagine a state of
insidious building where the ideology
is a virus composition: to add suffixism
with what we possess in a conceptism.

(Image by artist and photographer Nick Dormand)

From my collection Wherever the Stone is Awake, a collection of found ‘ars poetica’ in a range of writers’ work, this from Lawrence Ferlinghetti

As a tribute to the great man and poet, I am re-posting my ‘apology’ written for him regarding a tame interpretation I once gave about his Two Scavengers poem.

So this is also to the tens of thousands of students who studied his poem and understood its illustration of the inequitites of the world we live in, especially the ‘great’ democracies, and who know nothing has changed.

It would depend on where and when, but I’d want a Rand McNally
from a gas station somewhere just outside of Omaha heading north
if I wanted to find Niobrara today;

or an OS Explorer at a small shop in Coniston to confirm
I was nowhere near the best way of getting to Ennerdale and see Crag
Farm once again nestled at the foot of its fell;

and whatever German equivalent there was for guiding us to the
Taunus mountains near Frankfort as teenagers, just to convince those
Polezie we’d planned to camp when found lost in a town,

yet never this misnomer for a figurative sketch
as if an actual route rather than wing and prayer to reach from here
to there before reminded of the indefensible loss.