For a reasonable sum,
I can have a star named after me,
and get a certificate suitable
for framing declaring it so.
I’d like to buy a group of stars
in relatively close proximity
each to the others, and rather
than naming each after me,
I’d name the lot with one name,
my personal constellation,
perhaps Buddhist, the sky could
use a Bodhisattva of Absurdity.
But with my luck, the only thing
my stars would frame would be
a sea slug or a millipede and
I’ll pass on that for eternity.
The hardest thing
to remember is
to remember is to
after infinite loop.
Forgetting is often easier,
or perhaps we only
think that is so
for once we
have forgotten something
we may recall
the act of forgetting
but never the thing
The key is to be
selective in forgetting
for although remembering
is the sum of five senses,
forgetting is merely
the selective misapplication
of the inverse of that sum.
I know there was something else,
or maybe I just wish there was.
She says she is certain she exists,
much as she is certain he exists as well.
He says, she thinks she exists,
thinks he does as well.
Descartes, he says,
was right, at least on that point.
She says no, it is obvious, thoughts
requires existence. Sum ergo cogito,
she says, is how it must be:
a thought requires the thinker.
He says a thinker requires a thought first,
without which there is no thinker.
She says an egg doesn’t mean
a chicken will emerge.
will, if all goes well, he claims.
He says she puts the cart
before the horse.
he is an ass, and hers
is a donkey cart, and she
dangles a carrot from a stick
in front of him as he
pulls her cart slowly down the road.