From a friend…

by Jencat

Posted to Poetry on 2002-05-02 17:15:00

I remember when I first read Nietzsche.
Grey book that feels funny in your hands.
The birth of tragedy. A little hamlet in the Alps.
Rural German green.
That mustache was so thick.
Wrapped himself around a horse being beaten in the street and went mad.

“God is dead.”
They’re never going to
understand, Fred.
But there is no truth.

No, the roof is good for gazing at the gods.
Greek theatre is exact like today’s entertainment.
And it all has to be centered around some kindof seasons. Agricultural or not.
Very hard to detect.
There’s always a hint of religion.
Because Greek theatre was nothing but a band of worshippers.
Like today.
And it all ends.
Someone lept out of the crowd and pretended to be possessed.

And imitated the gods.
And lightning crashed.
And the mountainside was lighted.



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