Thursday, May 11, 2017
Her Existential View
-Get anything?
-Three things: Pair of honchos full of shit! Sarts
and K. Moose.
-That’s two.
-Third is thing itself! Just as full of shit!
-Don’t you think everything is?
-So far.
Labels: Camus, cynicism, existentialism, night school, optimism, Sartre
Friday, December 04, 2015
After GOP Debate Remarked on Wages of Welders and Philosophers
-from Raxxy Mutter of United Fabrication, Philosopher-Welder
Spinoza?
Sub rosa!
Nietzsche?
Eat your Wheaties!
Kant?
Try!
Plato?
Play Dough!
Sartre?
Barter!
Santayana?
Auntie’s Honor!
Derrida?
Same with Ma!
Camus?
What’s new?
Marx?
Barks!
Dewey?
Why not?
Schopenhauer?
Hope’s dim tower!
Labels: Camus, Derrida, Dewey, GOP, GOP Debate, Kant, Marx, Nietzsche, philosopher, Plato, Santayana, Sartre, Schopenhauer, Spinoza, welder
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Exits Three
-My Aunt Betts, who never swore, unleashed a blue streak
when dying.
-Was she horribly disappointed in life?
-Quite the opposite. Laughed more than her share.
-Then, why do you suppose...?
-Became available.
...
-Randolph, the horse, found solace as we read
Kierkegaard to him.
-Did the vet recommend?
-Said it wouldn’t hurt. Being and Nothingness.
-That’s Sartre!
-What the hell’s a horse care?
...
-The professor explained a paradox as he expired.
-Were you edified?
-Mumbled too much.
-As in life. Where do you suppose lost words go, anyway?
-The air. You walk into them.
-And then act?
-Not if you can help it!
Labels: blue language, death, deathbed, horse, Kierkegaard, last words, paradox, professor, Sartre
