Philosopher Stoned

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Philosopher Stoned

He is brazenly, brilliantly, brassed off by the polished politics of the righteous right.

He heats arguments on pupils bright as buttons of molten jet in eyes alive with intellectual trickery.

He rolls concepts and ideas over the strop of his tongue like globules of mercury, loosed from the tedium of measurement.

His love of chase is betrayed by tiny garnet blushes on nose and cheeks; cooing infants to his icy fire of victory.

He scrubs the thoughts of neophytes with the steel wool of Socratic questioning.

Deftly iterating incantations of hegemonies, he hides exquisite diamond cuts in the woollen clouds of distracting verbiage.

He wears iron filings on his chin and calls them his beard; a professorial promulgation of proletarianism.

His wisdom does not come in glossy spheres to be cast before swine, but in the weft and warp of knit-one-purl-one patchwork blankets of the Workers’ Struggle.

Ideas settle like wise moths in the old, gold grail of his ancient and modern mind, to feed on dusty nets of idealism.

Like neglected and slowly rusting scaffolding, his body is there only to house the sapphiric laser of his intellect.

He chisels and chips at the coal face of complexity, mining for perpetuity in the legacy of runes.

©suzanne conboy-hill 2011

8 thoughts on “Philosopher Stoned

  1. The title made me smile and I really liked this line:

    His love of chase is betrayed by tiny garnet blushes on nose and cheeks; cooing infants to his icy fire of victory.

    1. Thank you. Now, do I tell the chap upon whom it is based? Actually, no, I don’t think I do. That icy fire of victory could be terminal!

  2. Oh my, I’ve read this 4 times,
    On the one hand I respect “him”
    For attempting to make people think.
    However, I find myself disliking him more with each
    successive redaing……
    Mixed emotions !!!!

    1. Thanks for persevering! I think my sympathies for ‘him’ went up a notch when the last stanza made itself known. Sad to think all he has left is the academic reputation he’s still trying to build 😦

  3. I love this. I remember this piece in its infancy and it really does roll around your tongue like mercury when you read it. Such a vivid description and yet so unusual. Ines

    1. Hello – welcome to WordPress-land! And thank you – those sessions were excruciating for a poetic heretic, so I am very pleased something of moderate note came out of them!

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