human being
Posted: March 24th, 2017, 7:17 pm
I read Being and Nothingness by Sartre
and Being and Time by Heidegger
or I tried to read, some of
about existentialist philosophy
I really had to really try to understand
Heidegger was more difficult
I forced myself to read
I liked his books on Nietzsche
I could understand better
the word being is a philosophical term
that we humans have being
we be so then we are
this is why a poet is
it is the meaning of being human
that we have consciousness
that we are tossed into this world
Heidegger described this as our human
being experience, this sense of being tossed
into the human condition, like Nietzsche
said, human all too human, we have a sense
of what it means to be a human being
we perceive that there is a perception
a poet explores language by comparing
the meaning of being to what language
tells us, like Bukowski wrote, born into this
we are born into this world, such as it is
it is our being and nothingness
it is being in time, this is human
this is what a poet senses all this human suffering
this strange world we are thrown into
the conditions of existence, the poet looks for
the other, that which is of the nothingness
the meaning of man, being born into this
this shock of bursting out of the womb
into the agony of living in the world as it is
the have to deal with reality of this to exist
we sense this we feel the split in our senses
this is what makes human this is being
we are born into this" blooming buzzing confusion"
Freud talked of the pathology of everyday psychology
what a human being must endure to be human
the more sane you are the more you are human
but if we live in an insane world, then normality is insane
this is what the poet comes into, born into this;
" as the chalk faces smile, as misses death laughs
as political landscapes dissolve.... " Bukowski
as Camus said "every ideology is contrary to
human psychology"
this means the prevailing currant ideology is anti human
it wants to completely remove what makes us human
which is our being, our sense of self, what we bring
into this world to confront existence, our very beingness
the poet has an impossible task to announce the absurd
and Being and Time by Heidegger
or I tried to read, some of
about existentialist philosophy
I really had to really try to understand
Heidegger was more difficult
I forced myself to read
I liked his books on Nietzsche
I could understand better
the word being is a philosophical term
that we humans have being
we be so then we are
this is why a poet is
it is the meaning of being human
that we have consciousness
that we are tossed into this world
Heidegger described this as our human
being experience, this sense of being tossed
into the human condition, like Nietzsche
said, human all too human, we have a sense
of what it means to be a human being
we perceive that there is a perception
a poet explores language by comparing
the meaning of being to what language
tells us, like Bukowski wrote, born into this
we are born into this world, such as it is
it is our being and nothingness
it is being in time, this is human
this is what a poet senses all this human suffering
this strange world we are thrown into
the conditions of existence, the poet looks for
the other, that which is of the nothingness
the meaning of man, being born into this
this shock of bursting out of the womb
into the agony of living in the world as it is
the have to deal with reality of this to exist
we sense this we feel the split in our senses
this is what makes human this is being
we are born into this" blooming buzzing confusion"
Freud talked of the pathology of everyday psychology
what a human being must endure to be human
the more sane you are the more you are human
but if we live in an insane world, then normality is insane
this is what the poet comes into, born into this;
" as the chalk faces smile, as misses death laughs
as political landscapes dissolve.... " Bukowski
as Camus said "every ideology is contrary to
human psychology"
this means the prevailing currant ideology is anti human
it wants to completely remove what makes us human
which is our being, our sense of self, what we bring
into this world to confront existence, our very beingness
the poet has an impossible task to announce the absurd