The meaning of life will never be found by hunting it down. |
---foreword--- I'm recently coming to terms with a philosophical concept I'm very excited about exploring. Having read Althusser (Ideologies and State Apparatuses), Said (Orientalism) and Zizek in particular I am fascinated by the ultimate futility of existence, and how elaborate the advancement of humanity has made it appear to be. We are at a stage now, as humanity, where we ask for the meaning of life, but actually have too MUCH information to provide an answer. I'd refer to needle-and-haystack in a very different way, but I'm leaving analogies with the poem. The answer lies not with us, but out there. In the wilderness. That's what this poem is about. This has little or anything to do with Edgar Allen Poe, sorry to disappoint! :) ------------------- The Raven owns the fence on which he perches Silent, suspicious Knowing of his own faculty, implicit in his dare Who will pass my threshold? Asks he Basking in the benign and timeless freeze Millions of years in progress At work Who will come to pass? An unwritten, ancient contract Lies sub-knowingly in those awoken, sable eyes Shimmering in elementary pride Covetous. That chain as old as time To exist, to experience, to expire Roots his feet to the man-made fence A product of our insecurity A weak, endeavoured link. The knowledge The Raven may keep Is different to yours Is different to mine He knows his place We know not ours: Human lives are chopped up Sliced and dined apart Between research, compendiums Artefacts, monopolies, totopolies Trajectories and targets To get a feel, a caress A touch at least of what's out there We have intelligence, oh yes But we do not have the Knowledge; The Raven blinks in earnest. The Raven quietly trots to the other post Comfortable, aware Nothing beyond Nothing preceding He is, he shall be, he was And he is ever aware Of his timeslot in the Big Diary. His mind clears its throat And asks again. Who will come to pass? He does not know. He will not know. And yet He exists And always will. |