Why Icarus Flew the Cuckoo's NestA Poem by Ken e Bujold Semiotics
Books beget thoughts: or a ken
first? I’ve always imagined yearning to
read embryoniclike, along the vein of the late-night yen for instant
ramen -- my blue ribbon’s deoxy code -- allocation order to the self’s
shelves perusal of nature’s dark depths masquerading among common senses …
Somnus
Aeternam The clearest path to clarity: Troth’s frothy pouring out of
deities -- libations to a noesis of thinkers tinkering with gods’
blueprints: like Homer’s road map to Plato’s
cave, Virgil arguing against Augustine’s
angels, Spinoza’s hammer assault on Hobbes
and Hume, decanting Rawl’s notes to Fyodor’s
underground. Parsnips
& Cheddar Daedalus awaking the good soldier Costaguana from the solitude of his remembrance of all things
small and
obscure, catches the retired country
gentleman readying for India, brave new
world of mice and innocence, far from the
mockingbird prejudices of Yoknapatawpha … the stony Helga trumpeting the
flight of her wild
geese. Ken e Bujold
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5 Reviews Added on October 7, 2023 Last Updated on October 7, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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