Come to me, Eureka!

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Le monde paisible ou la mort

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WORLD WAR COVID

Poems, mine and theirs

Come To Me, Eureka!

Come to me, Eureka!

Love me ’til your shining skin blinds me,

Until our panting, good luck repetitions

Free the firework of insight.

Don’t dwell on past mistakes,

Worn out by deeds long gone,

Toying with ideas whose time has come and gone,

Rather those to come, let’s hope better.

As time has gone by, the human primate

Has gone from grunts and cries,

To glottals and aspirates,

To syntax and grammar,

To coding and AI.

From superstition to supposition,

From bad forms to those more useful,

From clumsy math to a bit more subtle.

A little closer, with many backslides,

To some semblance of the truth.

From frowning Gods to crystal spheres,

To terra-centric epicycles, to solar orbits;

To the crawl of light and quantum’s shiver

To what relaxed uncertainties in the future?

What I seek from you, my love,

It is not Archimedes’ plumb aplomb: 

Just enough wit to get a swindler executed

For peddling plated gold instead of solid,

Since he had too many daughters to hand off.

Not just a good way

To profit,

To exploit,

To coerce,

And destroy all that won’t lend itself.

No. Where I come from,

Getting someone executed by one’s genius,

It would be better to drown in a cesspool,

Raped by horny anacondas.

No. I seek good wisdom, ultimate truth,

Not just for me but for the world.

Not to bottle genius and label it with some potent formula,

But glut global wisdom unto critical mass.

And if I must reincarnate,

Again and again until further notice,

Let it be into futures a bit brighter,

In Golden ages.

Niagaras of good ideas, splendid truths

That spill over with artful jest,

That fill the void, answer needs —

No problem that mass mind cannot answer.

I am after all just a middling IQ nobody.

This world’s problems soar over my head.

It is in the hive-genius of massed Learners

That better answers will be found.

Let humanity know itself, honor itself,

Inspire its empathy as each of us tries to;

Not eat itself bite by bite, devour its own flesh,

Like a ghoul shunned by its monstrous companions.

That’s how we rob the childrens’ future,

Make mamas repent for having had a son,

Ink history with the blood of unwilling martyrs,

Swap our panic for the misery of others.

You bring the gats; me, hatred.

Let’s insult each other until blood flows.

You, laugh at cartoons of our prophet of peace,

While we joke about your Holocaust.

Where are you hiding, Eureka?

While this world chokes on its folly,

And thought clots in the World Brain

With each clamor of idiots booing murmured reason.

No Minos did build a labyrinth

That his mistress, the psycho Goddess,

Did not covet beforehand and claim for her children.

No sacred bull terrorized mankind

That some fearless Female did not lust after first.

No evil was carried out,

That some She did not suggest to her lover in bed.

Neither citadel nor dungeon

Was dug nor built nor thronged with victims,

Unless She willed it beforehand

To protect her sacred progeny.

Carmen betrayals by the carmine gross;

The blood runs up Lady Macbeth’s ankles.

We’ve been there and witnessed that,

But the time has come for heaven-sent betrothal.

I seek you, o Eureka,

So that we, who drown in worldly stupidity,

May gain grace and lenience

Beyond the ancient wisdom, beyond imagining.

For every harm, grief and trouble,

The fix, the consolation and the cure.

For every hopeless problem, the best reply

That allows us to endure.

The compulsive exchange of mutual esteem.

“Sire, the beauty of your words plumbs the depth of my soul.”

“On the contrary, fair Mistress, of yours, mine;

Let not the faintness of my praise shame me.”

Elegance, an artless routine,

Foolishness, disposed of as in a dream.

Evil sent to the corner in a dunce cap,

Never again imperial robed.

It would be as simple as tending the tulips of my lover

And the mirror image of her desire

In the spirit of our love.

You are my chalice; I am your magic potion.

Even though, Eureka, our best intentions

Never reach perfection, just a little less evil;

So little its breaks our heart.

Come back to me, Eureka.

Let us recover human pleasures

And the serenity of peace,

Shortly and forever.

EN FRANCAIS
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