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Of Space And Locus
Footnote at the top.
"Eternal Recur of the Same", Nietzsche's concept of all existence repeating itself infinite times in similar form.
Lost again
and no one can find you
Accidentally authentic once more
- happens to you a lot -
The "eternal recur of the same", sums you up
going in circles
and always ending up on square one
or
not mapping your way back
and always getting stuck
at the point of no return
Yet, familiarity does not exclude strangeness
Puzzled you seem
with gray's secession efforts
from the black&white tilting scale
Lost again
Running again
Ending up in nowhere again
Stuck again
Your sole possession an aphorism
you like to repeat
Surface is not a matter of presentation
It is always a matter of interpretation
"Eternal Recur of the Same", Nietzsche's concept of all existence repeating itself infinite times in similar form.
Lost again
and no one can find you
Accidentally authentic once more
- happens to you a lot -
The "eternal recur of the same", sums you up
going in circles
and always ending up on square one
or
not mapping your way back
and always getting stuck
at the point of no return
Yet, familiarity does not exclude strangeness
Puzzled you seem
with gray's secession efforts
from the black&white tilting scale
Lost again
Running again
Ending up in nowhere again
Stuck again
Your sole possession an aphorism
you like to repeat
Surface is not a matter of presentation
It is always a matter of interpretation
Published 26th Jan 2018
| Edited 2nd Feb 2018
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27th Jan 2018 2:56pm
27th Jan 2018 7:23pm
15th Feb 2018 00:49am
The both reminds me of both Cloud Atlas and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Etetnal Recurrence ( from the former ) is simmering with Nietzsche's philosophies.
This poem has its own melody in the space between lines, where all music is created.
Some learn while others repeat endlessly. This seems to be the latter.
This poem has its own melody in the space between lines, where all music is created.
Some learn while others repeat endlessly. This seems to be the latter.
26th Jun 2019 5:05am
One thing about Old Freddy, no one can call him a happy go lucky party animal.
