Poetry in Honor of Epicureanism

  • Hi Everyone!

    I wanted to create a thread for anyone to post poetry which honors, uplifts, and enlightens Epicureanism, Epicurean philosophy, and the Epicurean lifesyle.

    Here is a poem I started a week ago or so...it finally feels finished, so wanted to share :)

    Kingdom of Epicurus

    You are far back in time,

    In dreams I try to fly to you.

    I seek and will not give up till I find you,

    You, who are the original master of the Garden,

    I knock to enter, obscurations of a new moon,

    No way to impress my questions upon you,

    For my understanding is that of a novice,

    I call out to you:

    Oh Epicurus! Are you there?

    And all at once,

    The garden gate is thrust open!

    You stand tall and handsome,

    How beloved you do appear!

    And I see how many did follow you,

    With your teaching they were fully taken,

    Your students who drew near,

    Gathered round to learn,

    Century after century

    With gentle eager minds,

    Your ever unfolding philosophical legacy.

    Couragous minds lingered and endured,

    Some followers either followed closely or departed,

    And those who were the most devoted,

    Oh how they did love you!

    For you became their liberator,

    The innkeeper of the house of joy,

    And the high priest of atoms and void,

    Banishing fear and unfulfilled desires,

    You fed them all with figs, and love, and wisdom.

    Oh Epicurus! You live on in our hearts and minds,

    As you sit at the feet of Venus,

    (Just as we do)

    As you forever study the beauty of everything,

    (Just as we do)

    As you everlastingly observe, wonder, and contemplate,

    (Just as we do)

    And so the Garden still grows verdant,

    Full of every kind of fragrant flower,

    And all the many joyous sensations of our natural world.

  • I wrote a poem last year for one of the EP FB groups.

    Hear these words O children of Nature’s swerve.

    Let us rejoice in the freedom we surely deserve.

    Of prudent wisdom long obscured by shame.

    Professed by Epicurus of noble fame.

    Lucretius penned in days of old.

    Across the gap of time, a truth so bold.

    Arise the days of hedonic measure.

    Restoring the truth of humankind’s pleasure.

    Dispel the fears of death’s illusion.

    Release humankind from all confusion.

    Again I say, O children of Nature’s swerve.

    Be frank in speech and keep your nerve.

    Be ready now to strike your blow.

    For Epicurus, his Garden, and all who know.

    The days shall come when the world will extol.

    That pleasurable living was indeed the goal.

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    The innkeeper of the house of joy

    Kalosyni, I love this line! And particularly the way it hits you as the poem builds up to it.

    And I think this thread is a great idea as well. I won't repost all my old stuff here, which those curious can find at this thread; but I'll be happy to post my new verses here going forward. Cassius will have to find a proper place for this one so we can find it!



    The days shall come when the world will extol.

    That pleasurable living was indeed the goal.

    One may indeed hope!


  • Oddly enough, while I was surveying a house foundation today a framing carpenter I had spoken to briefly came up to me a little later and said to me, "You may not believe this, but I'm a poet"...and he showed me a copy of his published book! He also gave me a few ideas about how the process works. I shared with him the title of my favorite poetry anthology, and slightly regret not asking for his email address.

  • We do have this forum on poetry, and I will move this thread there now. But in general we have far too many subforums to keep track of so when I have time I am going to have to prune down the number by a lot and somehow make them easier to sort through.

  • Matt and Joshua

    Some feedback regarding readability of above posts:

    I am using the website default theme radiant light blue.

    Matt: your poem used a "white" typeface, which I could still read but there was very litte contrast to the background.

    Joshua: when you pasted and copied part of Matt's poem (written in white) into a dialog bubble it completely disappeared.

    (So not sure what to do about this theme problem)

  • OH NO! I did not notice Matt's post had a color encoded. It is fixed now.

    This is a reason that we need to highlight that "best practices" list of ways to use the forum.

    People are always going to be pasting text from other programs, and that's the problem. We'll just have to stay alert to catch these posts as they occur.

  • A Small Ode to Epicurus

    You have welcomed us all to your Garden,

    no matter the gender or class.

    Pleasantness you offer - with simple fare,

    friendship, tranquility and ease.

    We can leave our burdens in the byway

    with the clutch of traffic and dust,

    find respite in a homey oasis

    whose invitation is open,

    conveying conviviality, peace,

    and time to draw a common breath;

    to relish the freshening fragrance

    of lemons, marjoram and sage;

    cool water or bloodred wine, rough brown bread,

    salad greens, dark olives and cheese:

    unadorned pleasures, sans the toil and strain

    of over-fed extravagance;

    lively talk of philosophy, laughter

    at nagging follies we once learned

    from our elders by strictest rote - and fear.

    Under your eaves, we can relax:

    embrace the evolving turnstile seasons,

    heartbeat of the earth, rain and sun;

    celebrate the fullness of the senses

    and feelings that inform our way.

    Under your eaves, we can abide: happy

    in the naturalness of ourselves.

    ~ ~ ~

    You have welcomed us all to your Garden,

    which we now carry with us as we go …