All That Philosophy - a poem with respect

Deep dreamless sleep

By Vladislav Luchianov

Clocklike professor Kant destroyed pure reason.

His transcendental book is still in use

In academia. However, few have read it,

And even less have understood.

Arthur, a gloomy recluse of that noisy Frankfurt,

Said all is will and nothing to decide.

The life is pain, the art is kind of medicine,

The better path is nothingness and maybe he was right.

The restless Friedrich was in disagreement,

With all of them, with whole world, including me and you.

Proclaimed will to power as the ultimate desert

But many wrongly interpreted it and everything is still the same.

Again…

I went to India to ask them what’s the point,

They have volumes too but theirs are not in dust.

A deeply sleeping kid on muddy river’s bank

Forced my mind to stop and face the silent reply.

So plain…and clear… and profound.