New poem: "A Mishmash of Gibberish"

 

A Miasma of Gibberish

 

Listening to a philosopher on CBC’s

Ideas program at 4. A. M. this morning

talking about a philosopher whose philosophy

began to sound to me more and more like

a miasma of gibberish, I listened patiently,

hoping to make sense of Hegel’s dialectic;

but the more I listened to the philosopher’s

explication, the more confused I became,

and I turned the radio off. I could have

turned to another station, but I had to give

my mind a rest from her desperate attempt

 to make sense of the Hegelian perspective

on the I of the self, which so boggled my

mind that it reminded me why I dropped

out of university where I had gone to study

philosophy to find an answer to the central

question of my life, “Who am I?”

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Thursday, May 29, 2025