I write pseudo metaphysical poetry
supposedly, my broken heart is not broke
enough, the sharpness of my pain seems feigned
my alienation not sufficiently complete. I make lite
of eschatological fears and I donít drink beer.
I never lived in the 17th Century.
Donne was all done before my time.
My sensibilities probably dissociated, although
I follow Pascal not Descartes, having often joked
that I am the Amphibium Man, Water Otter
moving freely between the islands of the mind.
A Mormon existentialist poet, exiled Revolutionary
socialist capitalist entrepreneur, more women
and children than seems wise. God exits. Having read
the Pseudodoxia Epidemica in Latin was not adequate
to dispel doubt. Scriptures I enjoy in private interpretation.
Bacon and Browne are not on my list. I mix quantum physics
and mathematics into the harmony of Nature and things
with a cosmic vision of the aftermath.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
October 26, 2012
Over Costa Rica