So then you?re walking down the prom thinking about thinking. Kant thought we had ideas that sprung from mans ability to think. Well as visible as Birkenhead is that doesn?t seem to be any big deal. In Kant?s time it was, everything was from the grace of God including inspiration a bit of an atheist Kant. His work is voluminous as skirting around religion was a necessity; I mean heretics could end up on bonfires. The river flows by under a cloudy sky. Well the enlightment was the start of modernity. Then Hegel and dialectics came along. It is like positive and negative in the world. The history of the world is driven on by one thing acting on another. Like if you make weapons then you go to war. Hegel thought the state could become God. Like men create a state that is Godlike and they direct their affairs in submission to the divine will of the state. Abstractly he must have been made up. The prom is long and quiet as the gulls glide over the Mersey. ?Life goes on day after day? It was Marx who saw the danger. He turned dialectics on its head. Yet he brought forward the main theme and thought that the analysis of history was indeed possible from a materialist perspective of dialectical movement in the world. How huge is our Cathedral? I mean the Anglican one! It is massive. Jesus must have been fantastic as he is so certain about mans destiny you really have to love him. We shall not be moved. Why people go on in a non existence is beyond me. Church goers should realize that Jesus was not a non person. He saw purpose outside the norm. Sandbanks I wonder if you could walk on one and look at the mountains of Wales. They always seem to appear in the afternoon. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah Kant and ideas you know he never really left Strasburg Kant he would often ask visitors what other places were like. A bit like not ever going over there to the Wirral. You can see it and assume what it is like. I have always been happy about being from this side. Well you can consider Kant to be an atheist in a way. Most big thinkers have to think their way around God. Some say we create God ourselves and then strive after the image of perfection. Look at the Gulls gliding over the grey rolling Mersey. I am from Mercy side how do you do! Well who had the best ideas? And that?s where we come in. We share knowledge ,all thinkers are isolated entities, look at Kant walking around Strasburg. The prom is a nice place to park up if you have a car and the view over the river is splendid. If I discover the meaning of life I can let you know now. Just punch it out on the keyboard and you then can share the knowledge with me. Shared knowledge. No need for statues of great men anymore. They all thought in isolation. Socrates would have loved the internet. Walking around Athens with a lap top in his toga. I have corrupted who? How dare you suggest that my dongle has run out. Well all the fun of the fair. Funny I have never seen a fair on the prom. Probably due to access problems. Wow Dylan Thomas. To Wales in my arms! My favourite poet the Welsh kid with Wales and reverent Rook. Time to think about the poets as you think about thinking.
And who is the best Poet? They bang on about being gay. Look at brave Auden and what a nice man he was. Gay before his time not a hair moved as his Icelandic features created a face for the poet. Oh yes Auden was brave. Sexuality is part of your life nothing else really. The green fields of Otterspool prom home to the meandering poet. I love Shelly and Keats, Byron and Wordsworth. The romantics were mostly rejected in their day. Well Wordsworth was a bit acceptable in his Lakeland world. Suddenly the weather turns the prom has gone all gloomy in a spiritual homage to William Wordsworth. Fear not those brooding clouds my lad they are but the bustling of heaven sent rain for the corporation Daffodils at the vale. If you had a cafe round here you could make a few bob. The poets retreat full English all day. Bacon on baps long live alliteration. American literature is okay I mean where we would be without Faulkner. Johnny be good and look at that motor boat bouncing on the waves. Must be fun skipping over the waves. Mustn?t skip over American literature just yet I do like Bukowski he worked in the post office once. When I was a kid I could never understand the term French letter. Mark Twain Henry James Scott Fitzgerald Walter Whitman ? Where once Lilacs at the back yard door bloomed? yeah but the Burroughs guy is not my cup of tea ,you really could make a few bob down here. Who is my favourite American writer? Well it will be Faulkner when I am finished I have got a feeling about him that the best is yet to come. The English writers there is so many every up and coming young scouser should read ?Jude the Obscure? I was thinking about Lennon in a friendly kind of way his life was a bit confusing. I mean fame and having ex wives and stuff. Look at those two drivers in the car park windows down having a heated exchange intercourse on wheels. I liked John in fact I liked them all not my schism. I remember Camel Lairds in the sixties Our John went over to protest about Polaris he was so handsome the girls were all mad on him. Auden was okay and he was gay. Wilde too there nothing wrong with it only I adore women and crave after them. All smiling cuddly and aloof my hearts contentment.
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There were lonely days as a boy down here. I remember not knowing where they would put me next. Graham was always a true mate. You can sleep in my house tonight. A friend in need is a friend in deed. Good to have mates we all played down here footie mostly. Thinking about thinking is okay, but the cars run along Aigburth Road and the busses packed head for town. Looking over the silent Mersey ?Where you frae? why my dear girl mercy side of course. Isn?t Kaye Adams attractive wouldn?t mind her around my house intelligent and witty. Well my walk is near over and the noise of Aigy road is getting closer. Thinking about thinking. You can marry all the number plates up if you?re literate. Like TOL is Tolstoy Cam is Camus and so they pass oblivious to the mind of the thinker who is thinking about thinking in South Liverpool. Once all the bin Lorries came down here and the Gulls and Rats ruled the tip as the smelly air wafted over the river. Let the sewers out too so they do. A city function. Sometimes you see the odd ship. Not the big ones mostly coasters and small tankers. Heading up the river. Now which way is up and which way is down? Well it depends on what way you look at things I suppose. We?ll blow the man up and we?ll blow the man down. I loved singing sea shanties in school Tom O?Connor with his Teddy boy quiff in St James. ?Puff the magic dragon? could bring tears to my eyes. I should have been a docker. Well let?s face it I was born down by the docks and I think I could have fitted in. They could have nicknamed me Paddy the poet. Still thinking about thinking you could end up falling in a hold or even the murky Mersey. Well it is murky round the docks I seen it myself running round the Gladstone pinching Cape Apples.
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