PHILOSOPHY FOR CHILDREN

 

Il faut que je m’en aille.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes you’ve just got to hit the road and.

 

 

 

Start learning the basics of a strange, unseen vernacular arrowed down from some lost, mad Godhead within. Pass the fallen road sign saying THINK! in the nettles and the mystery of the single shoe beside the road, in a fast Subaru Impreza with Paul and the gang, the Beatles’ back catalogue tumbling from the speaker, the open window a roaring lion, late birds singing in trees, birds that are intelligent, trees that are our friends, on a smouldering evening in Cambridgeshire, when nothing really matters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Road To Heaven by Noj And The Mob. L to the pregnant snorkel + Ossie the dog, he should be sleeping like a log, goes round and round chasing his own tail, only goes upstairs for a trail of Maltesers, nice, round and pale, we’re on the road to Heaven, happiness awaits us there, flutter in the sideways, flutter in the sideways, bring your brief fling with the politics of flight…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Teacher rite elephant nite

everything lite lesson love

learn tell everyone Esso orange.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 MC = E = MC [someone] 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the picture of the airport

I can see… a runway,

a cloud, two planes,

a control tower

and the ire ii net.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In our new program there is a Vetacore.

A bomp explodes.

I faded my work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I found a piece of string with a stone on it. I put it round my neck. I saw that the stone could fit into the hole in the wall. It was full of dead skeletons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He has spines all over him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colour circles red. How many circles?

Colour triangles blue. How many squares?

Colour oblongs orange. How many triangles?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hot July brings cooling showers,

straw berries and gilly flowers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was 6. 58 and 37 seconds so we all ran as fast as we could towards the sofa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY DOG HAS GOT NO BRAIN,

MY DOG IS A TOTAL PAIN,

HE'S GOT THREE EYES

AND A BIG FAT NOSE

AND GETS HIMSELF TANGLED

WITH THE GARDEN HOSE,

HE ONCE TOOK A PILL

THAT MADE HIM ILL

AND EVER SINCE THEN

HE'S BEEN STANDING VERY STILL.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Squawk squawk gaggle gaggle, bongles has still got the stones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sullen, silken sulks,

we drink the same rain,

spit is clean

and so is dirt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Folder graffiti. Normal is boring. Do it later. God made speed to save us, God made hash to help us. The system works quite well. The grass is always long on the Other Side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fire-dance dwelled in electric drums

where ecstasy fell soft fathoms to clap

and bells let peace form in blue notes

and peered at deer in the wood and ate of it

and wet let excellence sound out its criticism

and dawn let sting its unsheathed sting

and chloroform in the heart let see

if only Game Over was seen in nights.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The

sun

hanged

himself

from

a

length

of

daisy

chain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Clocktick clock being clocked off by clocktick.

Clocktick clock not being clocked off by Time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Universal Mind’s moon meat man might.

The Universal Mind’s moon meat man meant.

The Universal Mind’s moon meat man met.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Break, bird with the skin of snake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God rushed into the cold cod quick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Behold! An evil vision hath flashed before mine eyes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Barnes has scored a chicken

and wingers are allowed bikes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe a tabular arrangement of signs in boxes, like The Periodic Table except a swear word in every box, to go at the end?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even A Duck Gets Big Erections: my mnemonic for the strings of the electric guitar took the same amount of time to conjure as it takes to say, but my mother has changed it now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, my name is David Bonky,

I’m a knock-kneed hummingbird,

there’s a tear up my jacket.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over and out, testing testing 123, welcome to my presence and its intensity...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I watch her walk along on the other side of the street.

She parades the black panther’s nonchalant strut.

She wears blue jeans and black leather boots.

She takes some chewing gum out of her bag.

She slides the stick of it out of the pack.

She puts the stick of it into her mouth.

She loves to chew and suck the taste.

She loves to chew and suck the taste.

She puts the packet back in her bag.

She swings the bag about a little bit.

She walks past a little pub long shut.

She might go check out a flower shop.

She loves to chew and to suck the taste.

She enjoys it, chewing and sucking the taste.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I read that Maya means “Goddess of Illusion” in Sanskrit, where Mara, by stunning contrast, is the Buddhist God of Temptation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A glance

A blink

A fault in the stars

 

Her mascara slips into pools of black

 

A chance

A second

of Infinity

 

She flutters her eyelids

like spring’s first butterfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The stars awake to notice love

she waits with open arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I wish to have no more than a line penned in the margins of a newspaper going:

 

The light of all that’s good is true

if believing is the dawn of dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Only when the ship is ripped is the sea a she and the water Nirvana-blue as solar spike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desperate for sex with a dream full of ladies.

Desperate for sex with a dream full of ladies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soft

and

loose

like

yellow

pencils

scribbling

dreams

as

they

arrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Semen spills like silver water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t escape at night

into a heightened dream

from a dull and longing sleep

gone where the stars murmur

their cool ballad

to the approaching sky

if it only means that

her breath a poisonous magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes perhaps

down opening quiet

I am drawn down

long and alone and

my friend and my foe

recede into deep sleep

sudden and still

like a dawn behind

a screaming veil

where silence is born

and all that’s loose and tight

and all that’s light is light

like first morning

with no night

and wend my way

so slow to Freedom

and soft Infancy-lunacy

with harp-sure eyes

so I can live

the last poet’s

last poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is joy in things

and smiles not grins like butter

but like butterflies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My philosophy in a nutshell: sensus praecedit cogitationem. It could be the motto of the LSE’s Philosophy Dpt; but when you write it down, what happens?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight it is your right to judge by heart alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I first read the line “I look forward to the future with rapt uncertainty - and I can’t stand the suspense,” for some unknown reason it chimed like bells, reverberating up in the fells and struck a warm, psychic chord. I even conjured lines to rhyme with it before I knew what it meant like:

 

[John is dancing with aliens in collective ecstasy].

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blessed may be the end at last,

under the sea,

below the soul,

in the upside-down

Oceans above us

 

(all that Heaven sends is rain).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

V to the knock-kneed hummingbird’s wings… plus, in Rimbaud’s colours of the vowels, E is white; but in my friend Agent G’s musical code, when you detune the guitar strings all the way down, the streetname for E becomes F sharp minor!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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JOHN TUCKER

ENGLISH

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ENGLISH

JOHN TUCKER

HARECROFT

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Signed by everwell, she couldn’t hit it sideways, or maybe a soothsaying Spiderman with the hairgel of Dracula, Atlantis, Aquarius, the 60’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night it seemed we couldn't

sleep but maybe I was dreaming.

The world expands inside my

hands it's getting heavy.

 

Of all the treasures I could

choose I can't seem to decide.

Today the shade was washed

away where I would hide.

 

Dream with open eyes, come

below and we can fantasise.

Now that I’ve stopped telling lies, come

below and we can fantasise.

 

Last night it seemed we nearly

died but maybe I was dreaming.

It made me feel sooooooooooooo

alive and soooooooo in love.

 

Dream with open eyes, come

below and we can fantasise.

Now that I’ve stopped telling lies, come

below and we can fantasise.