How many philosophers does it take to think about a lightbulb? (May contain triggers for all your issues and bad poetry)

Big, fat disclaimer: I don't have anyone I know in mind writing this. It is all about concepts and it is not about you. Really. Seriously.



I don't mind useless people. Sometimes there's just not a quivering hope that a person is going to amount to anything. He will not produce, create nor contribute anything useful or helpful to other people or society what so ever. Maybe someone just fade into the background never to be really noticed, or possibly they join the hundreds of thousands that just vanish from the grid never to be seen on the playing board again. They are mostly harmless. What I do mind, are pretentious, opinionated, useless people. You know, philosophers, poets and bloggers, and no, I don't consider myself useless, I contribute and provide many worthwhile services, just ask my cat. I also have an actual day job. But that is not the point, the point is that tonight I hate other philosophers, poets and bloggers.

Philosophy - the noble art of flexing your brain thinking about the big questions, or possibly - a mental note to yourself on how you want to live your life. The old-timers, you know, bearded men in togas, used to think about the world and mix science and philosophy. Sometimes they got things right, but mostly they got things utterly wrong*.  Most of what they thought of was utter insane nonsense. I'm no expert, but from what I've read and heard they were mostly fascist or communists or hippies. I care for none of those. Anyways, more than 1500 years later, some other demented people thought "Oh that's right, there were some old men who thought about stuff and didn't want to work, they had some GREAT ideas", and so they thought about more of the same stuff and got most of the science wrong again, but now they called it metaphysics. That would be what is on your curriculum if you study at Hogwarts, a theory that you like, backed up by magic. But hey, those people tried to figure out how stuff worked, so it can still be used as a manual in how to be mostly wrong about people, life and the universe.

These days we still study philosophy. The science is now in the analysis and the theory of the word. Do we need new philosophers and philosophy? That depends on how you apply your philosophy. If you utilize your thoughts about theories and abstracts in your everyday living and work, that is fine, but it has to be blogging applied. Thinking about ethics, morals and right and wrong, is every ones responsibility, and it shouldn't be a theory, it should be practiced.  If you want to write a sci-fi epic and use it as a vessel for your particular brand of philosophy, that's fine. That grounds it to the world. Super theories about everything removed from the actual world are abominations. If you just sit around all day wondering about how to define the theory of word and what a thought is - if a meter is a meter, then you need to apologize to your ancestors. No, not your great-great-grandparents. You need to apologize to the first semi-humans who figured out that they could use words for stuff they could eat and other words for stuff that would eat them. That was a blogging achievement, using words to define abstract thoughts that are meaningless to any reasonable person is rape of the idea of what language should be used for.

And, yes, speaking of the misuse of words. Poetry. I enjoy good poetry, but it is very hard to come by. There are many "writers" in the world, they produce mountains of mediocre, or just plain bad books. It is easier to write poetry, right? It is certainly less work to compose a collection of poems and flog it to an independent publisher, than spending years pondering plot holes and character development. If you want to publish your little collection and be a published poet, then here is a little tip from me: Don't. Please don't. Write it down and hang it your fridge. Frame it and hang it on the wall. Give it some time to grow on you. In private. Don't make people pay for it and give it away for christmas because they don't know what to buy for their whatevers. Spoken word poetry can be good or bad, but at least it doesn't collect dust on my shelves, so thumbs up for that.

To prove my point, I will now do poetry.** Don't try this at home.

First, a collaboration between me and Yeats. This is what I think he meant to say.***

    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my hate;
I have spread my hate under your feet;
 So mind your fucking feet.

 

Now, I'll make it up, just like philosophy:

 

I wash my hands of hate

It flows down the drain with everything else

My hate floats around with your love

That you flushed down the toilet

The neighbor's hope mingles

With a random drop

Of lust

It is all connected and

Floats to the cleansing

Before the sea 

 



 

There you go, hate-poetry. My cat could do it. Anyways, I said I would be hating the bloggers too, but the only reason for this blog is that most other blogs suck, so there really isn't any need to say it more clearly. The only reason for this post is the fact that it is raining tonight and my environment has a reasonable temperature, so I had energy to be bored. Still working on the pub simulator.





*Except math.
**This is like chimps and elephants painting, everyone can do it.
***Again, I'm so very sorry.