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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Untitled Poem

Charles Fort was a sceptic,
You know who he was, right?
And Madame Blavatsky was a charlatan.
At the turn of the last century.
She tapped under tables and claimed
Connections to an older age.
William Butler Yeats constructed an
Entire mythology from her nonsense
Long after it was the rage.
The ghosts you think you thought you
Saw, are probably just a smell. That chill
At the back of your neck is probably just as well.

But the table right in front
Of you is comprised of tiny dots
That dance and scatter to the ends of space
And back,
Faster than your thoughts.

Submitted: January 28, 2021

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tom mcmullen

Good one mcomito, do you believe in string theory but not ghosts?

Fri, January 29th, 2021 1:07am


believe is an interesting framing - I think the Kuhn/Popper model is fairly sound and can often lead to ideas that are just as (if not more) wonderful as any other metaphysical approach

Fri, January 29th, 2021 1:39am

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