6.30 it is – so be it.
I did not sleep my morning spree,
Yet, wide awake, I listen to the Sirens
Of an early bubbling coffee.

Launching these words in orbit,
Language modelled by a lover’s touch,
Up close, the poets own and dear possession.
Suddenly severed,
In an icy universe of alien unknowns,
The property of strangers.

All writing, after all, is done for readers.
Love cannot be the solipsist’s adventure,
It needs an overture,
It wants to speak and to be spoken to,
Yet fearing most the critic’s vile vituperation –
His Lady’s.

A spring song it shall be,
And off with thee,
Off with her head, flung into space:

I love thine evening grace
I love thine morning space
I love thine open face,
Thine beauty, though, has such a pace
That my aesthetics loose the race
So here it is:

Sierksma, 26.3.16


Author: rjsiersk

Sierksma was born in Friesland, a 'county' in the northern part of the Netherlands with its own language which he does not speak and with an obstinate population to which he both belongs and does not belong. A retired Professor of Social Philosophy and Aesthetics, as a Harkness fellow he taught at Rutgers and Berkeley Universities in the USA, and at GUAmsterdam and TUDelft in the Netherlands. In 1991 he was awarded his PhD from Leiden University on the subject of 'Surveillance and Task: Labour Discipline between Utilitarianism and Pragmatism'. His books include Minima Memoria (1993), Lost View (2002 with Jan van Geest), and Litter Scent (2013). He has published poems and articles in Te Elfder Ure, Nynade, Oasis and the Architectural Annual. Half the year he lives in Haarlem, the other half he spends in la France Profonde, living ‘in his own words’ as the house out there was bought with the winnings from his essay Eternal Sin, written for the ECI Essay Prize (1993). In this blog, Sierksma's Sequences, written in English, he is peeping round his own and other people’s perspectives. Not easily satisfied with answers nor with questions, he turns his wry wit to a number of philosophical and historical issues. His aim in writing: to make parts of the world light up in his perspective - not my will, thine! Not being a thief, he has no cook, one wife, some children, one lover and three cats. The reader, interested in my writings on aesthetics, literature, and sociology, may want to open, where various pieces are published.

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