If Philosophy as subversion

the dials are set to ignore its engine
as if leisure for the wicket
or leisure for spare-time collectors

subversion as act of the flaneur alone to all?

If Philosophy as assertion

in a state of being busy
clinging on bisignis and bezige bij
as anxiety on one’s lungs

assertion as act of the therapist off duty?

If Philosophy as observation

an observer at rest, in act
in her own frame of reference
moving, pausing in another

observation as act of the sharpshooter on edge?

If Philosophy as artificial generator

a debate over demarcation,
allocation, delineation, references
is one of model, not of ontologies

Generation as act of the cheesemaker’s secret fermentation?

The act not to be banished
to weekend wineries
and dark wooden tables

seated at by select few at peripherals
around arenas
of the powerful and populus alike

too eagerly delegated to automation of
monotonous lingua franca and
magna lingua corpus

That Actor of Thought
though
that actor is you.

—animasuri’24