So Ambition Falls
02 June 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: major philosophy
Flaws arrange themselves — made up like cigarettes and ash, the soldiers on the lines of next loss — arrogant opening, a mouth filled dirty anti-lubricant with medicine on tongue —
sublingual, too, but that doesn’t mean it’s inventing words — or taking the sublime to task — ah, Lyotard…what makes the postmodern run? — there’s a pointilism in it all, disjunction without
a clue to putting it all back together — first, we dismantle everything, axles block brake whatever fluid is all over the fucking driveway — steering wheel missing spokes
fell recycling bin shivering 5 a.m. sun — I make no secret of falling, do it a lot so I am in my chair — reclining the week a bit — before biting into the screen, ruining the placid white with a few different symbols
J.D. Harms 2021
Prompt:
Let’s get technical, technical…no, I can’t carry a tune. Thanks for checking, though! I’m not entirely certain whether it was the 70’s or 80’s, but the French philosopher Jean-Francois Lyotard declared that the postmodern (art) aesthetic was not the beautiful, but the sublime. If I recall his paper correctly, and it’s been awhile since I read it, but he mentions Marcel Duchamp’s “Fountain”, a free-standing…
