Nietzsche's sores Dylan's pores
Posted: December 27th, 2010, 8:38 pm
Dylan's great poem, the masters of war
maybe the greatest, and the times they are
a strange, oh, prophet of "Jesus would never
forgive what you do"
poets, the masters of masks
making them and wearing
Nietzsche said that, he also
Dylan, "I just want you to know,
I can see through your masks"
Thus Spake the name of the one
whose main philosophy, prophecy, mystical
was to invoke "truth" in what you say
Zoroaster, spoken faster
that Ursprach, spake, spat, spark
Thus the philosopher Nietzsche invoked
Zarathustra, consciously knew it or not
the language of truth, and the truth of
language as far as it has been discovered
or it has been misplaced or erased by history
the washes of and wastes of lands, in the rages
of rags and veils of the faces of nations
even as his sores spoke too
so Dylan's pores broke a lyric and breathed
through the disaster and rang them bells
all them hell's bells that cried " I'm a poet
and I know it" T.S. Eliot said that, or Ezra
pound on them keys
bang on them Arabian drums
strum that folk guitar
hammer that philosophy
sing that poetry
tell that truth
truth that tell
spake, spat, spark!
maybe the greatest, and the times they are
a strange, oh, prophet of "Jesus would never
forgive what you do"
poets, the masters of masks
making them and wearing
Nietzsche said that, he also
Dylan, "I just want you to know,
I can see through your masks"
Thus Spake the name of the one
whose main philosophy, prophecy, mystical
was to invoke "truth" in what you say
Zoroaster, spoken faster
that Ursprach, spake, spat, spark
Thus the philosopher Nietzsche invoked
Zarathustra, consciously knew it or not
the language of truth, and the truth of
language as far as it has been discovered
or it has been misplaced or erased by history
the washes of and wastes of lands, in the rages
of rags and veils of the faces of nations
even as his sores spoke too
so Dylan's pores broke a lyric and breathed
through the disaster and rang them bells
all them hell's bells that cried " I'm a poet
and I know it" T.S. Eliot said that, or Ezra
pound on them keys
bang on them Arabian drums
strum that folk guitar
hammer that philosophy
sing that poetry
tell that truth
truth that tell
spake, spat, spark!