The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a … Continue reading Poem by Edna St Vincent Millay: “The Philosopher”
By Charles Simic Your friend has died, with whom You roamed the streets, At all hours, talking philosophy. So, today you went alone, Stopping often to change places With your imaginary companion, And argue back against yourself On the subject of appearances: The world we see in our heads And the world we see daily, … Continue reading Poem by Charles Simic: The Friends of Heraclitus
Many of us confront the monotonous modern cycle of commuting (métro) and working (boulot) until we're ground into sleep (dodo). There's a French idiom that nicely sums up the life of the Sisyphean commuter: Métro Boulot Dodo [me-tro boo-lo doh-doh]. In English, we might say: "eat, work, sleep, repeat." But nah... it sounds more existentially despairing in French. … Continue reading The Last Line of a Poem by Pierre Béarn: ‘Métro Boulot Dodo’
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