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    Nikos Tselepides New Member

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    PHILOSOPHY AND POETRY


    I

    Three days hiding from the sun
    the logs burn in the fire
    snow melts high up
    water flows to the valleys.
    Sober, precious old books--
    turn the pages and read. Make notes
    I will never use.
    Deer sniff and bear grunt.
    Fresh blood on the white snow
    what did the mountain wolf kill?
    No one, not even a philosopher can tell you.
    Neither can a poet.
    The myth moves in the air
    and then disappears, taking all gods with it.
    Do the chores, lock up
    and go to bed.
    Philosophy and poetry, they said, sometimes
    they mingle and sometimes they do not--
    two monsters making miracles
    and making failures also, with some
    noticeable thuds and moans.

    Three days far from the sun
    the logs burn in the fire. And far
    from both disciplines, thank God.


    II

    Anna
    walks in, tall

    smiles
    and jumps into bed
    with me

    poetry
    and philosophy mingle
    in a stuggle
    under the blankets
    the fire crackles
    sparks slight and nice

    the heartbeats rise
    you cannot make out
    what these two
    are mumbling

    movement subsides
    and silence comes

    the two polarities
    have managed to unite
    temporarily

    soon
    they will go each
    their own way


    III

    Come in
    said the poet

    to the philosopher.
    It is too hot in your place

    I’d rather stay out
    in the cool air

    said the philosopher.
    As you like
    replied the poet.

    They are still
    at a distance
    from each other

    Two thousand years
    since this incident
    took place








    Nikos Tselepides
    30th Oct. 2006, Athens, Greece.

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    MsJacquiiC Poetica Magnifique

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    Hi NIKOS - now this is a very interesting piece - the 2nd stanza shows that the possibility of the two co-mingling (existing actually in some symblance of peace) and loving it..... It's possible.

    Some say the philosopher is a poet - But I think perhaps the poet is more of a philosopher...

    It's interesting how you wrote of both - And though the two may seem miles (and years, decades, centuries) appart - one cannot possibly forget that the mingling has an essense which can still be -----> if that makes a bit of sense?!?

    Would love to know your motivation/inspiration for writing this poem - Interesting read! Thanx for sharing it with us ;)

    Jacquii.


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    Nikos Tselepides New Member

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    My motivation was a statement by a young poet made in another poetry forum that "a poet is a philosoper also", which may be true or may not.
    I personally believe that the two can never mingle and are worlds apart, and if anything, the poet is more likely to philosopize than the philosopher to poetize, so I agree with you there.

    And I wrote the poem to play with these ideas in general

    The part with the couple meeting or mingling was meant as a teaser, like saying to the reader 'stop thinking of theories about poets and philosophers and see how nice action and real life can be, even for a few moments..' In that sense, my Anna walking in here is what Kenneth Rexroth had in mind in his famous poem VITAMINS AND ROUGHAGE when he wrote:

    "Tall, stong-ankled and sun-burned, the daughters of California
    Drive with tennis balls into the heads of reluctant humanists
    The unhappy realization that Nature is stronger than Man."

    Now it has been 20 years since I read those lines and I may be misquoting a bit, and I am too lazy to get out his book and check for exactness, but there it is. I am also under stress, as my daughter is getting married in a couple of hours and I have my wife crying her eyes out behind my back....After the wedding and dinner is over, about 11 at night Greek time, I will get back to the forum here, hopefully more staight-minded....

    I want to write presentation essays on Rexroth and on other poets for this forum, as I am reasonably sure many do not know his poetry or that of the others I have in mind and do not know where to put them. Can you suggest the spot?

    Thanks again.

    Nick

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