Saturday, February 18, 2012

CRITIQUE OF PURE REASON

artwork: ralph murre

Critique of Pure Reason
by David Clowers

"An intellectual is a person who has discovered
something more interesting than sex."
Aldous Huxley

While my hands are fidgeting on your back, I think
about Jung saying that if you showed him a sane man
he would cure him for you—which
makes me wonder if anyone who is sane
can ever love, because love means losing yourself
in your lover. “Le petit mort,” the French have called it,
but then the French always have love
on the table with some red wine and a crisp baguette,
and Brecht could have been talking about love,
as well, I guess, when he said,
“First feed the face, and then talk right and wrong.”

But I think I’ve lost my place, my love.
Please take me around that curve on your body
that makes me stop thinking about everything
and puts me in touch with my hands.

~ first published in Peninsula Pulse