Monday, September 19, 2016

(CR) A Poem for Ernst von Glasersfeld

On Knowing the World

To know or not to know the world:
Are signs and words themselves impearled,
Cerebral grit, strung end-to-end;
My thoughts of things and things a blend
Of ideational and pretend?

Or might I sometimes speak the truth
(However bold or très uncouth),
If what I think or say reflects
The state of things my mind detects,
My words denote, the world projects?

DKBJ
2010

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