View from the Ward, for Nietzsche

A low building
In the bright light
Of afternoon in the city.
I will ignore the color purple,
Since to even mention the color
Is to put all other factors—
Height, bright, afternoon—
In the background,
Obscured by our fascination with purple.

How often, the philosopher asks,
Is shape and size and content
Obscured by that fascination with color?
How far, ask, can my thought move
From prose when I have been reading
An essay?

So one process
Takes the place of another.

Your fascinating poems or series of poems with Nietzsche and
his maturing philosophy as background and foundation to the poem
has for the first time since University led me back to that
young, manic romance with the alien flexibiliy of Fredericks
mind at leisure and even more so engaged. I am indebted to you
both for the nostalgic rekindling and the additional details
absent then but added to that romance after all these years.
Great fun Peter. Thank you. tom

I don't even know how he gets into the room, Tom, but I have to pay the price every time. When I was 20, I conceded that to properly read him, I'd need an entire lifetime. Since I then had other things to do...take long walks singing "It's alright, Ma, I'm only Bleeding,' defy the laws of physics, love fiercely, and explore the nether edges of the Abyss [where light seeps back into sound], I put him aside...though obviously he will not be denied.

Thanks for visiting my throwaway.

amo,

Peter

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What a dedicated minstrel of urban introspection you are, Peter!

Cheers,

Ian

Thanks, Ian, It is certainly one of my plainly postmodern poems, since it does include the process of disassembling itself within the body of the work.

I don't believe I just said that. I must be tied. Tired.

amo,

Peter

Peter, I really enjoy reading your poetry.

Thank you, mg. Every poet likes to hear thank once in a while.

be well,

Peter