they say I’m not all
t h e r e
but my part of here is
a drain of intemperate handholds
and I’m never sure which part
of this dodgy self / this misplaced map pin
I want to stick into this mess
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they say I’m not all
t h e r e
but my part of here is
a drain of intemperate handholds
and I’m never sure which part
of this dodgy self / this misplaced map pin
I want to stick into this mess
If we disagree
about whether something is real
or not,
is our disagreement real
or not?
(we are nearly out of gin)
A thing is a thing
And you know that it’s true,
But a Kantian thing’s
Not so simple to do.
A Kantian thing
Is a thing-in-itself.
You can’t know it at all
Though it sits on the shelf.
A thing is a thing
If it is or it’s not.
Can we burgle Kant’s house
Of the things that he’s got?
Some things we will have
And some things we will know.
Some philosopher’s nonsense
Will just have to go!
The thinking man
Will claim his right to be
That being is as thinking
So you see
Nothing is, but
Thinking makes it so
And lost in thought
These beings come and go