Ahem. A while back, Jams O Donnell asked his blog readers for philosophy poems. Among the responses were a few from me.
First, a pair of limericks advocating and rejecting Descartes’s ‘real distinction’ between mind and body:
A skeptical Frenchman did find
He couldn’t deny his own mind,
But his brain he could doubt
So he therefore ruled out
That the two things were of the same kind.
But Lois thought Clark was a clot
While Superman surely was not;
So they differ, she’d claim,
And yet they’re the same –
So distinctness from thought can’t be got.
First-year undergrad stuff, to be sure, but that’s about all I can remember these days. And they’re bloody limericks, how much sophistication do you expect?
And then I tried a haiku based on David Hume’s view about the standards of evidence needed to establish that a miracle had really happened:
Water into wine
Or wine into witnesses:
Which would you swallow?