Sphinx

 

" There are many kinds of eyes-

even the sphinx has eyes.

 

And so there are many kinds of truth.

And so, there is no truth. "





Gypsies

North wind and
dark chocolate—
            Gypsies on the river.
 
Lamb bones
and candle wicks.
The young ones turn—
            A whisper.
 
Olives rot—
no teeth to bite.
Weathering  
in empty jars of saffron.
 
Market chimes
and tamarisk
            Child come,
Let me read your palm.
 
Imagination is
paying attention—
lead belly freckles
aside.

For on mint

they lay like spoons,
what on parsley,
lay like knives.

Nietzsche's History Of an Error

             I.      The true world- He lives in it, he is it. Sensible. Simple. Persuasive.

 

          II.      Promised for the sage, the pious, the sinner who repents. It becomes female- It becomes Christian.

 

       III.      Unpromisable. The very thought of it a consolation. At bottom, the old sun. Seen through the mist, elusive and pale.

 

       IV.      Unattained and unknown. Gray morning. The first yawn of reason- The cockcrow of positivism.

 

          V.      No longer good for anything- Useless and refuted. Bright day; breakfast- Plato’s embarrassed blush and the return of bon sens.

 

       VI.      The true world, abolished. Fell twisted with apparent. End of the longest error. Noon’s briefest shadow, a moment.

-Friedrich Nietzsche