Confusing spectacles

Or: Only spirits for Feuerbach

Theory reeks of the madhouse,
my plaintiffs, my poor Germans
long swept from your Rhine.
Your tongue is a crazy one,
built of nonsenses glued
to nonsenses mysteriously
erected. Parched it is,
the muscle all of you
think with, like language
stirred from a sea of sand,
or ceaseless wastelands of myth.

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~ by Jeremy on May 18, 2013.

One Response to “Confusing spectacles”

  1. Short,but very piercing piece, I especially liked the image of the parched muscle.

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