Abraham fought with that old woman, the one who survives everything –

he wrestled with Time.

Abraham hatte gekämpft mit jener alten Frau, die alles überlebt –

er hatte gekämpft mit der Zeit.

Kierkegaard, Furcht und Zittern



A Meditation

A light-weight lover I’ve become.

So, why not throw me to the storm!

Those vast desires: for little barges,

like the one I navigate, sails grown too large.

It takes some time to measure these:

Those meters square of cloth

against the winds of lust

and the diminished carnal powers.

One should suspect, to be a celibate

is just an old man’s silly ideology.

And yet, do not forget how delicate

it is: to be imprisoned in pornology.

Whatever metaphors and rhyme the bard makes up,

the sorry facts of old age stay the same:

One’s ship sails towards Finisterre,

in the abyss from which one came.

Sierksma 25.9/2016 La Roche


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.

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