They say about the idea of life, of polis and police
of law and language, of muthos and telos;
Of seeds that speak, of violence that erupts, and those moving rationale within drives and eros.
I, too, have tried to pore over these lofty terms
with a false sense of pride; like the one you feel
at webinars chanting 'alterity' and 'discourse'. With passion and life-affirms.
I have tried to drink glee with a glass
and look within the writ points of mnemo-history, their sites and pauses
dreaming in between, what it takes to form
disciplines without causes.
There has been so little change since Plato's three layered souls or the Stoic 'assent'
Marxist ethics or the post-modern descent
into the never ending celebration of the pyrrhonian skeptic ethos.
And that now that I sing books are books are books are books
to look away an eye from an eye, a word from a word, things aren't philosophy
within spaces of conquest, and I live on to battle and beat a struggle
against thought and topos.
- ayanchakraborty250