Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
One of my pet projects is to write a complete history of philosophy in limericks. Why? Because I can. But don’t worry, this is only one chapter.
SOME SKETCHES FROM THE HISTORY OF MODERN PHILOSOPHY
Limericks # 20-25
If a tree in the forest falls down
When no one with ears is around,
Though it crashes like thunder,
Whether there’s really a sound.
Or else, when you exit a room,
Is it logical then to presume
That the Table or Chair
That you left is still there
Until your sensations resume?
Bishop Berkeley set briskly about
Proving beyond any doubt
That the Table and Chair
Were really still there:
God still saw them when you had gone out!
Dr. Johnson kicked stones and said, “Thus
I refute this ridiculous fuss!
They may think I’m dense,
But I’ve got Common Sense.”
He was surely an ornery cuss.
Do you think we have learned any more
Than our ancestors knew back before?
Now the Chair and the Table
Are only a fable;
The Room has a lock on the door.
Deconstruction has buried the key
In the depths of the Post-Modern sea.
So we all stand around
Or we sit on the ground,
And we call it the freedom to be.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD