Skipping the Fledgling Stage

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k origins. Cutting them loose, she tries to return, learns someone gutted the land which had held her beginning to be.</p><p id="a62d">Anger becomes the beginning then — a stomper of bugs, big boots, to see into another’s eyes. Yes, they have a face, a destructive face. What could it be but a part of her, smashed to chalk dust, a dead snake still warm flung over the fence, ecosystems of the white rock under the willow?</p><p id="41cd">Self-taught, anti-beings, victims of themselves, looking to the sky as proof they’re higher than everyone else, a natural consequence of altering the being of things — she rejects that defense as evil at its simplest core.</p><p id="e2aa">She sets out to prove this wrong, the anti-philosopher, the anti-angst, the anti-existentialist, knows how to feel gone, doesn’t quest for being, doesn’t buy the mood, instead, lists love as her best feature, pushes the white rock in a simple anti-Sysiphus shove — as always there are too many male opinions in here, bare hands in the earth, she goes digging for the Tao.</p><p id="32d0">Samantha Lazar 2021</p><p id="bc71">This prose poem is based on the philosopher <a href="https://en.wikipedia.or

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g/wiki/Being_and_Time">Martin Heidegger</a>, who is best known for existential thought and ontology which deals with ideas about being, becoming, existing, and reality. When researching, I found it really interesting and disappointing that he was a supporter of the Nazi party. This poem plays with the ideas around becoming and being, trying to be a chaser of reality in a male-dominated canonical landscape, and the rejection of the philosophy of those whose life choices are antithetical to what they preach.</p><div id="8175" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/so-ambition-falls-71b6dfced710"> <div> <div> <h2>So Ambition Falls</h2> <div><h3>02 June 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: major philosophy</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*-Hoid8mhrRveiBeRjEna4g.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="ed1f">Thank you for the prompt, <a href="undefined">J.D. Harms</a></p></article></body>

Prose poetry on the philosophy of being

A little girl and a white rock — perhaps her parents heaved it and rolled it and stuck it right there under the willow tree, so she could climb it and dream about it 42 years into the future. She asks of its existence still, in dreams, the new family ceases to be.

Into the future, she flies, skipping the fledgling stage altogether, which to her mother’s fear and criticism is a bit too fast, but she does it anyway and follows many wrong leaders, who are actually following her — around they go, spiraling, reaching for the deepest part of her, the place she won’t know, can’t know.

Her followers — chasing reality, trying to be as she was trying to be, but she is of willow rock origins. Cutting them loose, she tries to return, learns someone gutted the land which had held her beginning to be.

Anger becomes the beginning then — a stomper of bugs, big boots, to see into another’s eyes. Yes, they have a face, a destructive face. What could it be but a part of her, smashed to chalk dust, a dead snake still warm flung over the fence, ecosystems of the white rock under the willow?

Self-taught, anti-beings, victims of themselves, looking to the sky as proof they’re higher than everyone else, a natural consequence of altering the being of things — she rejects that defense as evil at its simplest core.

She sets out to prove this wrong, the anti-philosopher, the anti-angst, the anti-existentialist, knows how to feel gone, doesn’t quest for being, doesn’t buy the mood, instead, lists love as her best feature, pushes the white rock in a simple anti-Sysiphus shove — as always there are too many male opinions in here, bare hands in the earth, she goes digging for the Tao.

Samantha Lazar 2021

This prose poem is based on the philosopher Martin Heidegger, who is best known for existential thought and ontology which deals with ideas about being, becoming, existing, and reality. When researching, I found it really interesting and disappointing that he was a supporter of the Nazi party. This poem plays with the ideas around becoming and being, trying to be a chaser of reality in a male-dominated canonical landscape, and the rejection of the philosophy of those whose life choices are antithetical to what they preach.

Thank you for the prompt, J.D. Harms