The thought beetle

Aa Harvey

The thought beetle.

 

 

There is a little thought beetle deep within my mind;

He is going around, searching for a rhyme.

He digs out my unconscious thoughts

And helps me to write another line.

When his work is done, he hibernates

And I sit back and smile. 

 

 

The ladybird flutters around inside my head;

She is in search of the pages, I haven't written yet.

She zips and darts, flitting from here to there;

She is always in a hurry and she is a nervous wreck. 

 

 

The worm is just turning another corner, in my brain's maze;

He's having a look around, to see if there's anything I need to say.

Anything I forgot to mention; he will find what needs to be said.

The slowly moving worm is lazy, but he is useful in his own way,

 

 

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  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 18th, 2017 01:28
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Aa Harvey

      Thank you.

      "I have a friend and it's an earthworm
      I have a friend and she's a butterfly
      I have a friend and he's a dragonfly
      They are my friends and yeah they're all insects"

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Caring dove

        lol, i love the idea of a '' beetle '' a ladybird '' and a '' worm ' inside of yoru head ... i think the '' thought beetle' is the most helpful to you , he sounds like a smart beetle and this is certainly a clever and well thought out piece of writing , very unique

      • Caring dove

        however the ladybird is the most beautiful out of them all , it sounds like she is always in a hurry and desperate to succeed!

        • Aa Harvey

          Thank you

          First the facts, then my truth, then a sing-along-at-the-end...

          'Wittgenstein's Beetle and Other Classic Thought Experiments' is a book by Martin Cohen.
          (I haven't read it - it must have been in my subconscious thoughts somewhere waiting to create this poem.)
          "It was selected by The Guardian as one of its 'books of the week' and was reviewed in Times Literary Supplement which said that 'With its sense of history, Wittgenstein's Beetle provides the opportunity to consider which thought experiments last.'

          The book is essentially an introduction to the use of the thought experiment technique in both science and philosophy. To this purpose, it offers a selection of historical examples of how the technique has been used, presented in an A-Z format, together with a brief overview of the history of the method itself.

          'The Beetle' (in the title of his book) refers to Wittgenstein's Beetle thought experiment, which is an attempt to understand how words are used in ordinary language."

          (some people like this book and some don't. I just like philosophy.)

          The beetle is my subconscious.
          The lady bird is the chaotic, mixed up, scrambled nature of the order of my thoughts.
          The worm is my memory.


          "I was alone in a mental ravine...
          You breathe life when you break the walls down.
          You breathe life when you set me free.

          Where is my head?
          Where are my bones?
          Why are my days so far from home?
          Where is my head?
          Where are my bones?
          Can you save me from myself?
          Can you save me from myself?

          Free thinking,
          Renegade, (*a person who deserts a cause for another - my thoughts change.)
          Social (*relating to human society - life)
          Missed the moon,
          The man (*Me)
          And now.
          In a slip stream of my possibilites.
          I got the boat so we don't drown.

          These are the days that are split down the middle.
          No words to calm me down.
          Be sure that what you dream of,
          Won't come to hunt you out.

          Where is my head?
          Where are my bones?
          Why are my days so far from home?
          Ghost man...

          Can you save me from myself?
          Can you save me from myself?..."


          Bush - Head Full of Ghosts



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