Phil John Kneis:
SAMSARA - TRANSIENCES XI:
Corvallis, April 12th, 2015 - P#639
I have made a terrible mistake.
easily made one, though.
too easy, almost.
poetry comes out of the frustration with love,
and thrives on pain like a vampire
if love is happily fulfilled,
poetry can no longer thrive on pain,
and is defunct
love poses a challenge for poetry to be answered,
whether love's requited or not
poetry is no vampire,
but thrives on life,
and its stories,
and makes life better in return
I should function as a poet
what seemed sexier back then - in all the tales of love's labor lost -
was in deed a facile, juvenile, misapprehension, stupidity at work:
we need to see
that even in the darkest places
there are openings for love
there are potentials for love
there is love
in the wings
for us to realize
that love can win
love always wins
but a more broad and philosophic love
a philosophy, a love of wisdom
so clearly can we see
what language dictates
and clearly must we know
that in all our unhappiness
lies not a pity-party
but something more pithy is needed:
a critique of everything, including the critique itself
a recursive questioning of everything existing,
for what but purpose?
in order for things to make sense yet again,
or for the very first time;
a life without poetry is possible
thank you, Vicco* and your pug.
April 12th / September 6th, 2015
*Vicco von Bülow, a.k.a. Loriot, German comedian of everyday life, 1923-2011.
Loriot has famously said "Life without a pug is possible, but meaningless." Loriot's humor was deeply subversive and highly critical of (petit) bourgeouis values and philosophy - the same values Hannah Arendt famously saw as causes for National Socialism. Loriot showed the absurdity of Prussian values, of authoritarianism, of duty and following the rules without questioning - but he always did it in a loving and gentle way - with a touch of sexual subversion, and a twinkle in the eye.