| Where are you, Socrates?
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ShelbyS
| I've unearthed a | 1 |
tragic goddess, | 2 |
marble and | 3 |
twelve feet tall. | 4 |
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She's cracked; | 5 |
what was once the | 6 |
purest of beauty is | 7 |
ravaged by his | 8 |
hands. | 9 |
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It was all obvious, | 10 |
you see, | 11 |
that this meeting | 12 |
was no accident. | 13 |
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(Mind is focused | 14 |
and colors align) | 15 |
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A curious and content | 16 |
smile adorns our | 17 |
lady's face; perhaps | 18 |
shes got a new | 19 |
realization. | 20 |
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She seems to have | 21 |
caught a philosophers | 22 |
fervor; arms flailing | 23 |
in search of the nearest | 24 |
Nietzsche or Socrates to | 25 |
spout the same old trash | 26 |
at all these new faces. | 27 |
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I don't think it will | 28 |
change a thing. | 29 |
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31 Mar 05 |
Rated 8 (7.4) by 7 users.
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I'm more about Descartes, personally, but like this poem.
I also dig on Sartre.
— aforbing
Sartre is loveable.
Descartes is ostentatious and therefore entirely too predicttable.
— ShelbyS
You're such a fag.
but that's ok, you know...
I mean that most affectionately.
Is this yours, Shelby?
If so, good one!
— aforbing
thankyou. it is mine.
and youre the only man woman or transvestite that Id go gay for Forb. thanks.
by the way. drop me a maiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil in the e way.o kay? havent heard nothin from you in ages.
— ShelbyS
i wonder at the lack of possesives in ladys and philosophers
i wonder whether i'll ever be able to catch this vision quite so nicely as you
i don't wonder at the beauty: just hold in my mind
— Bloodfetish
and?
— unknown
i often wish i was statue.
very good poem.
— kaleidazcope
nothing ever changes. isn't that how it goes?
psread------> Rilke's poem --> Tha Archaic Torso of Apollo.
pss(this is my fav work of yours)
love you
— thirdeyris
oh, Descartes went mad, he failed in my eyes.
Sartre is lovable if you're bored enough.
Plantinga can suck my ass.
But Spinoza.. wowee!! ( I'd marry his incarnate soul if it existed LOL )
— thirdeyris
"sartre is lovable if your're bored enough"
now thats stupidity at its finest
read Nausea, then get back to me dipshit
— SeHem
i dont get it. i think this poem sucks. why do you like it so much?
— unknown
Fucking Whoa. Flawless.
— themolly
I think in answer to the question, I think that Socrates, had he read this, would probably have looked around for an extra dose of Hemlock.
As for Nietszche though a very late arrival, he was in all probability too mad, to care about a marble statue waving its arms in the air.
Maybe her smile was much too vacant, like the contents of an empty box.
Or just possibly, it was down to her being a tragic goddess, in the grammar department.
I had to smile at the thought of you unearthing an eight tonne marble statue, an operation that must have been most interesting, watching you draw it from its place of concealment.
If rating, I would rate this poem a 6
Arminius Prodicus
— unknown
--purest of beauty is a little cliche. Perhaps a different modifier?
--i might try philosophers who were contemporaries of the statue, rather than the chronologically disparate two you have chosen.
good work, in all.
— unknown
I like this, it has intellect. makes a change. thanks
— Trish77
consider not using 'that' in line 12.
apostrophe in 'ladys' in line 18, in 'shes' in line 19 and in 'philosophers' in line 22.
we are all statues... no?
nice poem.
— varun
slightly revised, only a touch here and there. Im more surprised than anyone to see this as top rated, I think. thanks for reading.
— ShelbyS
Beautiful
— unknown
Too many bumps between promising begining and good end
— poetbill
have you ever actually looked at the venus de milo close up and personal? have you read nietzsche or plato or xenophon and asked them what a statue means, and what marble has to do with anything? and isn't that your point, youngster? that your flesh is mightier than anything in a museum, and your superbuns will win the war of "look at me", when words fail? but, we can't see your comely figure... your lips and eyes don't shine, because you're this poem, personal, and this poem is flat and dull, a statuette. plastic for the dashboard.
you don't really want change, do you? your verse would be sort of out to lunch if poetry became real.
— joey
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