What is real?A Poem by Marty WeilA sublime portion of nature, not yet reified, put on a shelf, as though it were a thing. It’s a philosophic question: Does the world itself carry its own meaning? Look at laws as objective necessities, as economists do, and make them real. They’re nothing, a joke, to entertain our minds. No pretense to greater wisdom is made here; whether time is a fourth dimension of the universe or a reified abstraction, whether it is continuous or atomistic. The writer is but a typist, the broker of the word, peopling the darkness, alienating society, analyzing the gaze, and demonstrating the power of symbolic movements. © 2013 Marty Weil |
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Added on July 3, 2013 Last Updated on July 3, 2013 Tags: politics, nature, symbolism, philosophy Author
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