A Poem

Here's a poem I wrote a couple years ago for a poetry class I took.

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The Capital of Antarctica

I've become obsessed with something that won't exist:
the future,
more specifically, three-hundred-billion years from now
after the mountains have folded in on themselves
and all the world's oceans and lakes don't amount to spit.

People talk about Karma like it's a thing,
like it's important, like it's something I can chew on or squeeze.
But the only philosophy worth subscribing to is inevitability
in all its downtroddenness.

If no one wants it I'll take Antarctica
and build a capital there on the pivot of the Earth's axis.
I'll declare the next renaissance
and hire artists and prodigies to write a book
titled, "Keys to Producing Truly Original Works of Art".
It'll be written in a completely original language
and in a completely original form.
And when it's finished I'll put it behind glass
for the sake of our burgeoning tourist economy.

I can't be bothered until the first piano makes it to the moon
with a world-class pianist at its keys.
the pianist will play Beethoven or Mozart or some other bullshit.
And when the footage of the concert relays back to Earth
to be broadcast on television,
They'll have to play recorded music over the video to cover the silence.
And no one will know the difference.
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Even though there is a lot of anger and frustration in this poem I still really love it.  I think it is extremely important for me and has helped me to begin to formulate my beliefs just after leaving religion.

I know I haven't posted anything for a while.  But I want to start posting my beliefs about art, philosophy, government and religion once more.  I have been in many debates since leaving my former religion, and in that time I've noticed one thing:  that no ones beliefs/philosophy/outlook/worldview has as large or grand a perspective as I  have.  I really am proud of what I believe because I've worked hard for my beliefs and have tried extremely hard to be open-minded and honest with myself about what I believe.

This poem contains a lot of these beliefs.  The key line for me is "the only philosophy worth subscribing to is inevitability."  I would like to, with most of my forthcoming posts, describe what I mean by this line.  I want to explain my Philosophy of Inevitability.