05.14.08

Darwin and Nietzsche

Posted in sonnets, Evolution at 7:30 pm by nemo

Darwin, Nietzsche, and Hitler: Evolution of the Ubermensch
by Benjamin Wiker

Conservative rant on Darwin/Nietzsche hits the nail on a few points.
It is forgotten that Nietzsche shows with crystal clarity the change in mood after Darwin. Compare him with Kant. Nietzsche was both influenced by Darwin, and hid that influence behind a critical stance. This disastrous influence was transmitted to many in the subsequent two generations, an influence liberal Nietzscheans are at pains to deny. But the effect is there with a vengeance.

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04.12.08

Echoes

Posted in sonnets at 7:07 pm by nemo

Hucklebird says to put some poetry on the blog, but why?
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04.10.08

Un-erasing some personal history

Posted in sonnets at 8:53 pm by nemo

SK, you can ‘erase personal history’ by ‘un-erasing it’, autobiographically.

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SK: i think you should write more poetry.. Actually these things don’t happen according to plan, or as you will. The nemo sonnet, in its original form, appeared out of nowhere. After I began living in the streets, I finally made my way west and rode around on freight trains, writing a lot of poetry. Nice life. Read the rest of this entry »

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02.07.08

Nemo soliloquy

Posted in sonnets at 8:30 pm by nemo

I was clearing out an old cabin in back today and came across some long lost sonnets written years ago, as I roamed the country, the penniless scholar of Greek. Here’s a nemo piece rescued from the gnawing mice. I had forgotten all about it.
Nemo (an Indian prince) surfaces in the South Pacific and broods on the First Noble Truth, and man’s powerlessness and egoic pseudo-will, indeed as if confronted by the sea. See also Mysterious Islands at H&E.com

What could will be if choice is barren wish
That asks the parrot’s cracker for its sup.
I have self bounds, no oozer like the fish,
My plans are set, my projects up and up.

What could will be if futures cast the dice,
That this plusperfect live as one possessed?
We zoom these eyes, to jig a small device,
It woofers all our songs in love obsessed.

What might will be if thrust and action feud,
And rust the finish in the upstart plan?
We could be choiceless in a trackless mood
That is tack-sail if blow oppose the man.

I am the crew and helm, gale from a cat’s paw,
No pirate save to self, where seas inherit law.

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