Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Problogomena to Any Future Metaphysics

I am the Jupiter of the Mind
I am cellulite on the face of the sun
I am the cosmic actuary, a functionary,
a man of no accunt.

How many times have I sat at a cafe,
secretly eyeing a pretty girl, only
to experience disappointment.
Did you see that glimmer in her eye
when her man finally arrived?
That was a little death.

That lack, that wound,
and the freedom that lies within:
the artist's decathalon,
the tyrant's delight.

Worship at my temple and feed
forever on my magnanimity
I have spared you all.

- from the diary of Baron Karl Theodor Maria Nikolaus Johann Jacob Philipp Franz Joseph Sylvester Freiherr von und zu Guttenberg, 10 March 2011

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