The Puppet Philosopher (Poem)
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The Puppet Philosopher (Poem)
I am controlled by the constant need to be productive,
Socially unengaged at all, but on the net I can still remain active.
This isn't a game of win or lose, for me its life or death,
What else do I have to live for, for there is no other worthy path?
You might think it's unnecessary,
When one can live in hedonistic apathy;
But it's unacceptable,
Unproductive,
Unforgiveable,
Non-contributing!
And absolutely, probable,
Hence, I want to avoid it and to become,
A puppet philosopher!
There is no hope left, for me,
Not in friends nor in family.
My desire for greater hope now ends...
When I submit to my chosen destiny.
Followers, or haters.
It doesn't really matter.
You are all my, dear readers,
Of my article empire.
As I confess my despair,
As long as I can breathe the earthly air!
So…
I'm now a puppet philosopher!
(He's a puppet philosopher)
And I live inside a computer.
(He's a puppet philosopher…
He just wants to show his care!)
And so, for me, it's a necessary cry,
To try being relevant, after the day I die.
I'm a puppet philosopher,
(You see, we too have a plan, for this person over here.
So now that I, ???????, is truly in control... Get to work!)
But things have began to change, when I practiced philosophy.
Many began reading me, from the U.S to Japan,
And then I realized, that indeed, being relevant is something I can!
I'm a puppet philosopher!
(He's a puppet philosopher!)
And I live inside a computer.
(He's a puppet philosopher!
He just wants to show his care!)
I'm a puppet philosopher,
(He's a solitary philosopher,
But to contribute, is still something he needs!)
Why do you think there is any hope, to see,
When nothing else I can gladly foresee?
Because if I breathe, I still have the chance,
To sound my share, and nothing else!
And now that I might still live, I will tend to my strings;
I'm a puppet philosopher,
(He's a puppet philosopher,
He doesn't believe that he can, differently to choose!)
I'm a puppet philosopher,
I lost my liberty when this I've internalized:
That I'm a puppet philosopher,
Who is only here…
To…
Expand, with little,
Poem Analysis by Mr. O. C. Isaac
The Puppet Philosopher is a profoundly existential and deterministic poem that explores themes of purpose, self-worth, and intellectual compulsion. The speaker, a "puppet," is bound by their intellectual compulsion, expressing a sense of loss of autonomy and external control. This tension between free will and determinism is echoed by thinkers like Arthur Schopenhauer, who argued that individuals are bound by their nature and inclinations.
The poem also addresses the conflict between productivity and perceived uselessness, reflecting the modern struggle against nihilism. The speaker's existence is tied to their intellectual work, resembling Nietzsche's Übermensch concept.
The poem also touches on intellectual solitude and alienation, with the speaker acknowledging their detachment from the world but still maintaining online presence. This highlights the idea of digital existence as a substitute for real-world connection, a phenomenon seen in the modern age where many intellectuals thrive in the online space but remain isolated in physical life.
The poem also touches on the desire for legacy and posthumous relevance, with the speaker attempting to be relevant after the day they die.
This aligns with the philosophical tradition of thinkers like Socrates, Descartes, and Kant, who shaped the intellectual world beyond their lifetimes. The speaker's submission to their role as an intellectual worker can be read through a Nietzschean lens, as if one's fate is inevitable, then it must be embraced.
In conclusion, The Puppet Philosopher presents a tragic yet purposeful existence, with the philosopher bound by their intellectual compulsion, isolated yet engaged, free yet determined, despairing yet committed.
The work suggests that meaning is found in contribution, even at the cost of personal liberty or social connection.
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