Nothing more to be said really - I'm a well-educated buffoon...
My Pragmatic Brother
One sweet and patronising day,
I set an apple upon a table -
it sat, framed by the sunlight in the kitchen;
green and fat and round and red;
a most succulent oblate spheroid
marking its quantum capture
with a short dull shadow.
I asked my pragmatic brother
how did this apple get here?
because that is where you placed it,
my pragmatic brother said.
What of its istigeit? I cried, outraged
what of the genes of all living things
forged in the broiling dawns of creation?
what of the billions of years of evolution?
the intricacies of entropy?
the fallacies of enthalpy?
the inspiration of gravitation?
the untold billions and trillions of atoms
in that unique chromosomal configuration
that defines its function, form and taste?
what of its discovery, the history of its cultivation?
It was then my impetus disowned me
and left me tongue-tied.
How did this apple get there?
I asked at last in desperation.
My pragmatic brother patted my hand
and round his mouthfuls of red and green,
my pragmatic brother said:
because that was where you placed it.
He spoke very slowly
as if speaking to an idiot.
How wonderful is that response! Enjoyable piece :)
Ha ha ha - - what a pragmatically clever answer your munching brother gave - and in the eating that was all that was needed then eh ? Loved the frustration in that pat of the hand.
yesssssssssssssss!!!!!! :D bookmarked
Absolutely wonderful! Probably I am too ignorant to fully grasp its depth and poignancy, but it happily provoked laughter and I could just see it all too, tasting a tinge of the frustration! I like it!
Ha ha... Thus spake Zarathustra (or someone doing a really good impression) ~ "Sometimes an apple's just an apple" : D