STRANGE LOOPS
I was dreaming I couldn’t sleep
So, I woke up
And after a while went back to sleep
Soon enough
I was dreaming I couldn’t sleep
I am a Cretan liar
So, I never tell the truth
Never sleep, only dream awake
When I say I told a lie
Did I tell the truth?
Paradox
Just a pointless language tale
Or a mirror neuron within a mirror
The system checking itself
The snake biting its tail
Whose theory is most elegant?
Russell or Gödel, Wittgenstein, Engels perhaps
Chomskyan minimalist or neo-Gricean pragmatist
The scientific method
Or Nietzsche as the fröhliche scientist
Follow me
Recognise yourself in the mirror
Fall in love with your image
To be a narcissist and a pathological liar
To be a Machiavellian politician like me, me, me
Better to sleep and dream of life as a dream
Than being awake and to act for real
And yet, per force, commercial universes beckon
Das Kapital, Wealth of Nations reckon
Calquing human language with language of corporate aliens
All the while we spiral up or down the ultimate loop
The dream of blissful extinction
Coming to rest in a mythological Garden of Eden
Eating of peaches and cream
Having finally grasped Escher’s impossible coup
The Moebius strip, the cyclical language rules
No beginning, no end
I am not dreaming now
Must go and make some money, pay the rent
It all drives me around the working-class bend
