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An Interlocking Rubaiyat in Celebration of Platform Staff in General and London Victoria in Particular in the Spirit of a Monist Metaphysic

// March 23rd, 2007 // Art, Music & Poetry, My Personal Journey

Sitting on a train, with the Ethics on my mind.
Spent hours scoping out Spinoza, and trying hard to find
How consciousness and matter can so manifest
In such a single Substance, all things of one kind.

Stepping from my day dream, fleeting passed the rest.
My station has approached, so I reason that it’s best
To alight unto the platform, where shortly it’s laid bare
“My bag and laptop left me”, to the Monos I confessed.

I rush to Platform Staff, and to these best of Men I share,
“My most necessary possessions to Victoria will fare”.
Alarmed they race to radio a colleague down the line
No hopes they give, nor promises, yet act in utmost care.

The minutes pass and hope falls flat, but curse no luck of mine
Knowing full determinism, to fate I must resign.
At last a call, a railway man- my laptop he did find.
From”Deus sive Natura“through these such Men doth shine.

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Commentary on “An Interlocking Rubaiyat in Celebration of Platform Staff in General and London Victoria in Particular in the Spirit of a Monist Metaphysic“.

1- In case it wasn’t clear, thank you thank you thank you for returning my laptop, thus saving me from having to fall into a fetal position and give up all efforts concerning written language.
2- I guarantee this is the only Spinoza-themed customer feedback form that South West Trains has ever received.
3- One of my favourite pieces in The Onion, “I Could Write A Better Rubaiyat Than That Khayyam Dips:^t“. Ahh, rubai humour.
4- Watch out for me in bars; “Anyone here written a freaking rubaiyat? I wrote one once… Mighty fine set of quatrains that was…”