May 20, 2020by Elliot Sperber <\/p>\n
Freedom From the Great Disease<\/p>\n
Nobody knows what Socrates firstWord was, though,If we can trust Plato,His last one was Asclepius The prototype of Jesus, whoWas sitting on my kitchen floorLast night in the blue lightThat shines in from the air shaftStroking the catBefore I could scream I was tranquilizedHis eyes, his stareHes sitting thereAnd says: I know you need to liquefy His words, not mine so, goAnd when you return Ill apprise youOf why I surprised youOh Jesus, I said, after washing my handsAnd he made his demandsOK, I will do as you say, soHe wants us to knowAll the people of the globe, firstThat theres a creature the kangabatA bat got it on, in a zoo,With a female kangarooAnd now guess who is bounding into flightFlapping and gliding through townAll night on her dragon-like wingsEating rats and things like thatThe kangabat, he saidAs he leaned against the fridge,Is especially fond of the Brooklyn BridgeBut dont go make a pilgrimageDont freak out.The second thing is this:An intercontinental communityCollege system must be developedAll will be students of the great mysteryThe one absolute, the teachers tooAnd will live, for free, in student housingAnd grow our own foodNot for exchange value, but for useBecause, as Marx maintained,Freedom from the great diseaseRequires not the state, you see,But the communeIm not quite sure how the kangabatFits into all thatBut he implied that hed be backTo talk some moreAbout the absoluteThe foundation of doubtThat leads to the truth<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached atelliot.sperber@gmail.com<\/a> and on twitter @elliot_sperber<\/p>\n <\/p>\n See the rest here: <\/p>\n Freedom From the Great Disease - CounterPunch.org - CounterPunch<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" May 20, 2020by Elliot Sperber Freedom From the Great Disease Nobody knows what Socrates firstWord was, though,If we can trust Plato,His last one was Asclepius The prototype of Jesus, whoWas sitting on my kitchen floorLast night in the blue lightThat shines in from the air shaftStroking the catBefore I could scream I was tranquilizedHis eyes, his stareHes sitting thereAnd says: I know you need to liquefy His words, not mine so, goAnd when you return Ill apprise youOf why I surprised youOh Jesus, I said, after washing my handsAnd he made his demandsOK, I will do as you say, soHe wants us to knowAll the people of the globe, firstThat theres a creature the kangabatA bat got it on, in a zoo,With a female kangarooAnd now guess who is bounding into flightFlapping and gliding through townAll night on her dragon-like wingsEating rats and things like thatThe kangabat, he saidAs he leaned against the fridge,Is especially fond of the Brooklyn BridgeBut dont go make a pilgrimageDont freak out.The second thing is this:An intercontinental communityCollege system must be developedAll will be students of the great mysteryThe one absolute, the teachers tooAnd will live, for free, in student housingAnd grow our own foodNot for exchange value, but for useBecause, as Marx maintained,Freedom from the great diseaseRequires not the state, you see,But the communeIm not quite sure how the kangabatFits into all thatBut he implied that hed be backTo talk some moreAbout the absoluteThe foundation of doubtThat leads to the truth Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. Continue reading