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What would father say


If father knew I am doing art
What would he say
What would he think
What would he make of it

Art comes from my mother
Genes
Natural
Built in
Effortless
Water to fish

But he hated her
With a passion
A vehemenousness

But I’m his son
His eldest child
He wanted me to be a scholar
Like him

What would he make of my style
Of art
He, who didn’t even like music
And lived solely in a mental
Plane, one far above that of 
Normal human beings
He lived where the Greeks lived
Aristotle, Sophocles, Plato
David Hum, Adam Smith
John Stuart Mills.

But I live there too
My art is conceptual
If he learned that
Would it make a difference

Yes I too live in this realm
His

I have my Blackwell Companions to Philosophy
Their Companion to Metaphysics beside me as write
At home my Companion to Cognitive Science,
Ethics, The Philosophy of Religion and all
I cannot do without

I ponder on the nature of existence
Of identity
But I don’t write of these matters
Instead they go into my art

But if father knew
What would he say?

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 23 November, 2017

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