Two poems by Clara B. Jones

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Sonnets For Lyotard #1

 

  1. You hid Lyotard’s notebooks in your vitrine…
    …because Philosophy made me what I am today. 
  2. Your boredom poems changed ego’smeaning.
    Freud was the Ubernode of personal growth. 
  3. It was only true aposteriori.
    Only then did I sympathize with Cyborgs. 
  4. Critics are rarely your friends…
    because “cold” is a polyphone, and critics can be ruthless. 
  5. Your skin is xanthous.
    My race is unknown, but resistance is a virtue. 
  6. You were born before the riots…
    …when lives were at risk. 
  7. They praised Adorno, but Kristeva called them Romantic.
    Wordsworth was their favorite poet after Keats died young. 
  8. Romantics invented “the sublime”…
    …also, they collected stamps. 
  9. A poem is a series of dots.
    It is noble to turn dots into words. 
  10. Despite contradictions, life does not paralyze you.
    I drink lemonade at every meal. 
  11. Science, morality, and art define culture...
    …Lyotard said Kant was no genius. 
  12. You have blurred the distinction between life and art.
    My main goal is to enlighten. 
  13. Your comrades need to know you’re OK.
    It’s not something I think about, but maybe that will change.
  1. Some are rich...
    …others pave the way.

#2

  1. You hid Lyotard’s notebooks in your vitrine…
    …because Philosophy made me what I am today. 
  2. Your boredom poems changed the way we see ego.
    Nihilism is the Ubernode of personal growth. 
  3. It was only true a posteriori.
    Only then did I sympathize with radicals. 
  4. Critics are never friendly…
    because cold” is a polyphone, and critics are ruthless. 
  5. Your skin is xanthous.
    My race is unknown, but my eyes are green. 
  6. You were born before the riots.
    Self-image is always fragile, and civil unrest is yellow. 
  7. They praised the Frankfurt School, but Kristeva called them Romantic.
    Wordsworth was their favorite poet—and Keats their major loss. 
  8. Romantics invented “the sublime.”
    …also, they ate enchiladas. 
  9. A poem is a series of dots.
    It is sad that we turn dots into words. 
  10. Despite contradictions, life does not paralyze you.
    I meditate after every meal. 
  11. Science, morality, and art define culture.
    Lyotard said Kant was no genius. 
  12. You have blurred the distinction between life and art.
    My main goal is to disrupt. 
  13. The kids need to know you’re OK.
    It’s not something I ever think about, but maybe that will change.
  1. All are free...
    …and all know the way.
    ..

    Clara B. Jones is a Knowledge Worker practicing in Silver Spring, MD. Among other writings, she is author of Poems for Rachel Dolezal (GaussPDF, 2019). Clara, also, conducts research on Experimental Literature, Radical Publishing, as well as, Art and Technology.

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