German Phenomenology Makes Me Want to Strip and Run through North London by Heather Phillipson

Page seven – I’ve had enough of Being and Time
and of clothing. Many streakers seek quieter locations
and Marlborough Road’s unreasonably quiet tonight,
and humid. If it were winter I’d be intellectual, but it’s Tuesday
and I’d rather be outside, naked, than learned –
rather lap the tarmac escarpment of Archway Roundabout
wearing only a rucksack. It may be useful
for reduced ciabatta from the 24-hour supermarket.
I can’t read any more of Heidegger’s dasein-diction,
I say as I kick off my slippers.

When I speak of my ambition
it is not to be a Doctor of Letters
or to marry Friedrich Nietzsche, it turns out,
or to think better. It is to give up this fashion for dressing.
It is to drop my robe on the communal stairs
and open the front door onto the commuter hour,
my neighbour, his Labrador, and say nothing
of what I know or do not know, except what my body says.

From: http://magmapoetry.com/archive/magma-42/poems/german-phenomenology-makes-me-want-to-strip-and-run-through-north-london/

Date: 2008

By: Heather Phillipson (1978- )

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