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David B. Axelrod
Poems/Gedichte
Sophistry
The only god I've ever worshipped
is the bell-shaped curve.
1.
Life is a series
of random events.
Random events
produce a probability curve.
Probability patterns
guide our lives.
2.
What guides our
lives is god.
Probability guides
our lives.
The bell-shaped
curve is god.
3.
A lack of god means
life is random.
Random events
produce a pattern.
A lack of god
creates a god.
Faith and Prejudice
Faith begins where reason leaves off.
Thirty-two students are shot dead by
a boy who is angry. „God has taken them
to do his work in heaven,“ one mother
says. Prejudice substitutes for reason.
All so-and-sos are criminals or lazy.
Faith and prejudice go hand in hand.
Because you do not worship
my god, you are not worthy.
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All those who do not worship my way
are of no account or should be dead.
Kill the infidel. Kill the Christ killers.
Drive out the non-believers.
Faith is che prettier name for prejudice.
I do this in god‘s name. The devil makes
them do that. Nothing can prove that my
religion is the true faith. Nothing you do
therefore is true. If it is built on false
assumptions, it can not by its very
nature, ever be reliable or true.
In Munich
From a New York Times report „Gunther von Hagen's vastly suc¬
cessful anatomical exhibition of preserved bodies, Korperwelten
first opened in Munich in 2003)
Plasticized corpses are on display in a museum.
»l must be doing something right,“ their creator says,
injecting the bodies of volunteers with a solution
that hardens into statues. ,,200,000 people
have viewed my work in just one week.“
Art critics say it's art. Theologians argue
if it's disrespectful. No one mentions
how the murder of 6,000,000 souls
also became an art.
Brains and Talent vs. Persistence
If I had half his brains,
I always thought I could
be somebody. And that one —
what talent! But my genius
friend never could fit in —
drinking, drinking until
he shrunk his brain
to ordinary and my
truly-gifted friend
couldn't focus, bumping
into thing after thing,
leaving me, ,,Axelrod¬
the-poet,“ still doing
what I have to,
still hoping I will win.