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WNO in Brum

Is a day ever wasted? Can it be

Retrieved and reconstructed in the light

Of reflection or philosophy.

This time I've spent just waiting for the night?

The hours, though slow, slipped easily away;

I read the paper, walked across the city,

Lounged in the Big Wok, as if the day

Had purpose and was not inclined to pity

Myself because there was nothing much to do.

I wrote a little, rang you from time to time,

Then mooched to the Hippo for the new

Cosi fan tutte, which should have been sublime

          But all I got was shoddiness and dross

          And the whole day became a total loss.

Dr Brian Hick summer 2011

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 Foucault's Logos

Do I dare to think Foucault was wrong

And that, rather than being the very heart

Of all that is, Language is but a part-

Even inconsequential - when the song

Of all creation does not heed the word

In order to exist or to evolve

Over all the aeons that have rolled

By unreflected? So Logos is not Lord

And matter is not held within its power

Any more than vegetative life

Requires substantive syntax to entice

The bees to gently pollinate each flower.

          But while the jury's out, I suppose I might

          Just continue in the gap to write.

Brian HIck

©copyright S Hick December 2021