Yeah? So What?
“Every joy wants eternity/ Joys want profound eternity” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Also Sprach Zarathustra, The Second Dance-Song
If every joy wants to be without
An end, that’s sad, yes, sad like Skelton as
The Clown. The Clown can sweep around and pout,
But joy’s eternity and all that jazz
Learn that the endlessness that they would find
Is death—but not just any death. To reach
Some sort of immortality, you blind
Yourself because of something that you teach
The world to see, like Oedipus. You spike
Yourself to free up other people. Your grave
Becomes undying: tragedy can strike
An everlastingness. Pain makes you crave
A timelessness, reverberating length,
A power that gladness cannot match in strength.