rock on Mr. Nietzsche
fiction
edward w pritchard
What if Harold Bloom the authoritative Shakespearean scholar switched from the literature to the philosophy departments there at the college where he teaches and instead of writing many a thick book on the secret motivations of the author of the Shakespearean tragedies instead wrote and surmised what was going on in Nietzsche's head as he spent the last ten years of his life insane obsessing about eternal recurrence while rocking back and forth in a chair in his room?
Rock on, rock on Mr. Nietzsche
cut off the right arm
and after the skin has shriveled and stink has mummified
drive the ten inch fingernails and the rest of the severed appendage
into the heart
and I'll sit and think
and sit and think
monotonously rocking about.
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