Monday, July 1, 2013

Prosem


 
If homo sapiens had a full palette of emotional response 
and the capacity to understand that we each will die -- 
but lacked drives -- it seems to me that ability to foresee

our own deaths would cripple us into complete inaction,
and foster a single resigned logical belief in suicide.
It is those drives -- our ferocious insurmountable lusts

and hungers, and their sublimations or transmutations 
pious determination and moral imperative -- which deluge
us not only with the compulsion to go on, but with the ability

to 'forget' for most of our drive-impelled lives that it will
all end badly. They are also what permit -- in fact,
require – accomplishment, 'good' or 'bad'. Where are love

and the 'spiritual' in this? Somehow they contain it all.
But I don't think we can ever get at them the way, biologically,
we can't not react to our somatic blast of a lust to live

and to keep on going. All the selfish megalomania that fuels
the world is as bright an index of vitality as our insistent
acts of generosity. The drive to be alive trumps all.








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