Paradoxes & Dead Boys

14 04 2009

I remember reading this once upon a time while going through an excellent book dealing with paradoxes, the problem of time travel and Bertrand Russel (he evokes the phrase “What a mind job!”). Anyway, I was thinking that I needed an Easter post & then remembered the time when I was amongst people who would celebrate. And then went back to my weird, nice and most of all memorable times when I actually read something, understood it and it remained inside that top floor of mine.

Coming back, a paradoxical poem about 2 dead boys went something like:

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
(The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout “hooray!”)
Back-to-back they faced each other,
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Came and killed those two dead boys.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man, because he saw it too

Me likey! 🙂 But then I started searching aroun & discovered that there is a backstory to this too alongwith a epilogue!!

The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you and sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there’s a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven’t any.
Please come if you can’t; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery’s sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don’t really know.

One bright day in the middle of the night…

And the epilogue is:

A paralysed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
And the man with no legs walked away from it all.

-(not) The Fark Knight




3 responses

14 04 2009
Manish Mishra

this is good…i love it…its entertaining n deep if, taken…nyways i wrote smthing in the essence of d same….if it’s fine, give it a look…but obviously its better way to say smthing…paradoxes

14 04 2009

My 85-year-old mother used to recite that first poem to me. Didn’t know it was still out there.

15 04 2009
The Fark Knight

While I can’t say my mom used to recite that to me, but I do clearly remember a thick old book that I used to lug around with myself in my teeny bopper years. The book was so large (or I was so small) that I’d drag it behind me, walking from place to place. I first read it there. And obviously, since that book was so beloved, I memorized it. Just remembered it by chance yesterday. Good to know someone who knows it! 🙂

P.S. You’ve been blogrolled!

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