As the worms I am condemned
to eat from the black, rotten fruits
lying dead on the filthy, hungry ground,
beneath the diseased tree of life.
As the yellowed, thirsty fields I'm aware
of the darkenning clouds above the earth;
only I don't crave the water,
but dread its inevitable fall.
I smell the nausiating reek of decay.
I taste the bitter stretch in growing.
I hear the squeels of suffering endeavors.
I feel the gnawing of age on my skin.
"DEATH, thou too shalt DIE." Does not make logical sense: In the event of Death dying, death has still taken place - anything that dies, dies by death, so death can actually not die, as it takes death to die!
NO. After everything else has died, there is no more life, BUT only death - the absence of life! Also, death can only be dead if it has actually died, but death cannot die as I stated before - it amounts to an ontological contradiction.
Actually, now that I think about it again, death is not some entity out there, but rather a state of being - in other words, a lifeless being which once had life - the absence of life in bio-matter. So I think it's silly to say death can die, because death isn't something, it's an aquired trait. It's also philosophically an uncategorical statement to say: "Death can die" - the same as "Life can live" - it simply doesn't make sense.
It's not a conundrum, but rather simple - death is the absence of life in an entity which once had life - it's a condition.
Dude it's a poetry thread not a philosophy thread, there has to be an element of artistic license, people use language to try to express themselves, this may not mean that they are saying that Death can die, have you thought that they might mean that once everything is dead there can be no more death and their poetic way of stating this is to say 'DEATH, thou too shalt DIE.'?
I don't think that poetry and prose should have too much philosophy applied to it otherwise it would remove the beauty from it and would render a lot of it pointless.
Yeah, ok, ok. Poetic license I guess.....anyway, Coran, you did try to argue with me that death can indeed die and I just had to demonstrate that it's a bit contradictive. Atleast we all now know that death can't literaly die! Or, maybe for the poet death can die, but not for the philosopher.
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OMFG, I did not mean for that tangent to happen people. sorry in the deepest way. (the quote is from a poem by Shelley, or someone. cant remember. oi!!) I think your poem was groovy Phil, just was really tired and sick of seein brandino everywhere acting like itself. oi. Anyway, yeah great poem. Yet again, sorry for causing the derailment. S@#@ on me.......
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