Two Rhymes in May

Pissing in a well
Darkness shot with light, winking and wandering—
It must make sense, or else why wonder?
Wonder is fixing the next meal, surviving
In a world that has no face under
The veil—that has no veil.
Sense is either every sensed detail—
Each loud and tangy, bright and smelly tickling—
Or else it is the bladder’s abstract brother.

Lines in defence of abstraction
A boat chained to a pier will not get far,
And thought tied to the here will not go there—
                               Let it wander!
The world makes no sense, but it makes much else—
Explore that great expanse within yourself.
                               Let it wonder!

Thales in the well/Boredom (Anniversary Edition)

[2,600 years ago, on May 28th 585 BCE, a solar eclipse like none known of before occurred—this one had been predicted. The man responsible for thinking that the anomalous world he had inherited actually made some kind of rational sense was Thales, the first philosopher—a man later reputed to have fallen in a well while looking at the stars. To mark the anniversary of his great astronomical achievement I repost an earlier poem about his greatest alleged mishap, the idea being that the two might not be so different. And later this fateful day I will post some new poems on the same general theme.]

Thales in the well/Boredom
While the water bore his body up
his mind bored up the drill-hole, past

the ground,
                          to the small circle of sky.
                                            /
Why would the world conform to any concept?
When in a well it is enough just
not to drown—
                                 why dream of being dry?

Thales in the well/Boredom

While the water bore his body up
his mind bored up the drill-hole, past
the ground,
                          to the small circle of sky.
                                            /
Why would the world conform to any concept?
When in a well it is enough just
not to drown—
                                 why dream of being dry?