Written by Sybrand Veeger:
Sometimes I wonder…rather,
I’m inclined towards the question:
Is Western Thought’s development analogous to, say,
That is, was it born mature,
And is now in decline,
The metaphor does not do Greece justice, though,
It breaks down upon minimal geometry:
Unlike Button, thought was born strong;
And all-encompassing the Greeks were:
Plato’s mythological conservatism,
Summoning, say, Poseidon,
To hydrate the blossoming
Of dialectic and critique –
No less than the roots
Were the Greek,
Yet surgically incisive,
And profoundly thorough.
Plato’s offspring, Aristotle,
The Greek apogee,
Was bound to a skull,
And could rightly count himself king of infinite power,
Of infinite science.
A metaphor for the Great’s teacher’s mind
Could be the cosmic void itself, (any less would fall short, a void):
It expands in all directions, everywhere.
Two of an infinity of Aristotelian vectors:
The ethics, the politics,
They go down deeper than all petty moralism posterior,
They’re grounded in the natural,
Governed by eternal and immanent legislation;
They operate, like nature,
Through proportions, geometrics, arithmetics –
By distributions and corrections,
Up and down the topographic plain,
Not the cartographic Plan, of Being.
Justice and the Good Life blossom,
Only when facing the Sun,
When hydrated and rendered strong by the elements –
Then they’re virtuosos at equilibrium,
Dancing in harmony,
On the rope of the golden mean.
Aristotle’s universal spirit unfolded all spheres –
Like a cosmic bombshell, or an earthly rose, or,
The seed grains of the Western tree?