1. Philosophical poetry is a neglected genre
A neglected beast is either shot or nursed to health.
It depends how much glue we need.
What potential is in this sick creature?
"The point of philosophy is to start with something so simple as not to seem worth stating, and to end with something so paradoxical that no one will believe it."
What is the point really? What do I really think?
I'm having a tingling sensation in my concept area-by turns painful and pleasant.
2. Philosophy is a game.
A family resemblance of rules, politics and scoring
Sometimes we run naked across the field with 'fuck you' scrawled on our buttocks.
Bluntness and crudity.
Either way, you'll want to transcend the audience and perform in the spectacle.
Are the successful philosophers the ones on the team?
Or did they just court the right metaphor?
She was the most beautiful metaphor in the kingdom, with her long flowing stream of mental images and divine aesthetic.
Compare the starving artist and the starving philosopher.
Does the latter get published posthumously?
The natural history of philosophical thought is not without interest.
3. Apparently 'Metaphysics is possible'.
Possible?-Possible to come to clarity?
The coyness of our concepts, their reticence
The maddening glimpse
The marvel is that one can come to a clearer view.
The law that can be spoken of
Is not the constant law;
The laws are empty, yet they cannot be exhausted by use.
Deep, laws are like the ancestor of the myriad creatures.
Blunt the sharpness;
Untangle the knots;
Soften the glare
Does this method create a vista or a shadow?
The imprecision of a formulation does not always count against it.
Is anyone under the blankets hoping the boogey man will go away?
Tomorrow morning you will wake up and cold argument will shine in through the window.
Natural laws constitute objects but not the logic of the world.
Do poems call the intellectual bluff?
You've gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run.
Or will this yield a breakthrough into our own concepts?
If philosophy is chastening, then poetry must be a fragmented fertility dance.
Stogid, 'straight-laced' stuff. Here comes the humor.
4. A law walked into a bar and ordered a dirty martini, the bartender felt unnecessary.
5. Stream of consciousness, rough drafts.
Does the polish of submission strip away good brain excreta?
Or slough off the dead cells of ideas?
Will the nature of laws manifest through the inkblot?
Sail a different tack
Explore the third side of the triangle.
The concept of a disposition has proved a useful one to hide behind
Laws?-Well, they're merely dispositions to have certain effects
Mental states?-dispositions to behavior.
Philosophy is hiding behind things and failing to achieve what we want.
Is poetry a sort of desire to be open and frank about how little we know?
Or an attempt to confront our own ways to avoid really answering the questions.
It has never been settled what form an illuminating philosophical account should take.
A good account of a concept should make it seem vital-indispensable and alive.
Touching philosophical nerves.
Truth is a tedious view out the window, with clouds, trees and powerlines.
It is a soft scene with infinite detail, only the sparrow flying past takes our attention. Why?-It is alive, it's swoops, it changes.
Living things are stimulating like that. Are concepts?
We are short-attention span children: Where are the scene relief clowns and funny makeup?
Roll up! Roll up!
Coming soon, The Spectacular Isolated Particular!
It can be thrilling to gain insight into one's own concepts, strangely enough
Occam's razor should excite the senses.
6. Philosophical advance often consists in a slight change of emphasis:
The wind of analytic philosophy and the sun of poetry had a bet on who was the most powerful.
They saw reality standing on a hill wearing a metaphor on top of the laws of nature.
The wind and the sun agreed that whomever could get reality to give up her metaphor would be the most powerful.
Analytic philosophy blew and blew on reality and she wrapped the metaphor tighter and tighter around her.
Eventually the wind gave up and the sun of poetry began to shine. The warmth of the sun made reality want to take off all her metaphors and she revealed the laws of nature in all their glory.
Force versus suggestion?
The psychoanalysis of philosophical poetry: penis or breast?
Thrust out the bullet from the gun,
And kill this poor neglected creature?
Or clutch it tenderly to the bosom of thought,
And nurse it back to health?
7. Does metaphysics lend itself to this kind of writing?
Is there a seething ontology beneath metaphor?
We are great armchair explorers on a dangerous path of conceptual analysis.
Analytic philosophy traveling upon a conceptual desert.
Our camels parched and our hope shot to the wind.
Yet, like a turing machine we'll never stop our tedious recursion.
Unless you pick us up and give us another program.
Is that the point of poetry?--Think outside the box?
Don't look know, you've ordered that late-night self-help tape.
Climb inside your left hemisphere.
Is philosophy a creative art?
A palette of metaphors set against the sunset of ideas.
There might be techniques to learn.
How to bring three dimensions to two.
What do we do with those of us who cannot draw a straight line?
There are moments when you seem to have concepts in your sights, and moments when they won't stay still.
One would think concepts would either be clear or not, but they seem to fade in and out of clarity
Should we teach creative philosophy alongside logic 101?
From each according to his ability, and to each according to his need.
Is metaphor more powerful than logic?
Are we in danger of falling for false idols: rhetoric, charisma and charm?
Rhetoric, the great seducer.
Logic, the virgin bride of Christ.
Slavishly devoted to the rules
8. Aristotle said that poetry is a mode of imitation.
The means is rhythm, melody and verse.
Poetry presents objects as necessarily good or bad.
It is natural for humans to delight in imitation
The truth of this is shown by experience: though the objects themselves may be painful to see, we delight to view the most realistic representations of them in art.
Objects include: the lowest form of animal, dead bodies and the laws of nature (?)
Fear of certain concepts is characteristic of philosophy; we need to conquer this fear.
The poet's function is to describe, not the thing that has happened, but a kind of thing that might happen.
That is, what is possible as being probable or necessary.
9. Here I should insert something about the importance of play in philosophical thinking
Work is the nitty-gritty, the sighing and clarification, the distinctions, exclusions, the rigour…mortis.
Play is the superficial, the exploration, the adventure and the lark.
Swim and bask in your philosophy, splash about for no reason but that it feels good.
Perhaps we should spend a decent part of our career in the kiddie pool?
All work and no play makes Jerry a dull boy.
Can there be rules to play?
Is it like improvisation in music?
There are scales and keys to slide around.
Some people are certainly good.
We can all agree with that.
What about children in the sandbox?
Is it alright for Jimmy to keep building amorphous sand-creatures and then destroying them with his fists?
Is there an 'ought' to play?
If play is important, then it must be doing some work.
For example, providing insights, brainstorming etc…
If it is work, then it can't be play.
Therefore, play isn't play.
Let's rile people up
PETA justifies extreme (possibly irrational) acts against animal violence because no vegetarian ever quit because some group of people threw paint on a fur coat.
On the other hand, some carnatarian might catch the news headline and begin to question.
Similarly, the chief characteristic of aphorisms is their utter disregard for falsehood.
Those who know the truth won't flinch and those who didn't care, might begin to question.
We could spur them to action, get them off the couch!
There is a lot of wishful thinking in philosophy
10. We've got to keep people's attention
Poetry is a two-place relation.
Without an audience it is nothing
There is no meaning without interpretation
The more interpretation, the more meaning
A chorus of responses
Challenging discord, sublime harmony
Is meaning intrinsic to analytic work?
If Two Dogmas fell in the woods, and no one was around to hear them, would they still make a sound?