Monday, May 19, 2008
the fork
I probably should have made "the fork" the title for this blog... and so it goes.
here is an excerpt from Joakim Garff's biography of Soren Kierkegaard (translated by Bruce H. Kirmmse):
At home [Kierkegaard] bore the nickname "the fork," because that was the utensil he had named when he had been asked what he would most like to be: "a fork," the freckled little boy had answered. "Why?" "Well, then I could 'spear' anything I wanted on the dinner table." "But what if we come after you?" "Then I'll spear you." And the name "the fork" stuck to him because of "his precocious tendency to make satirical remarks." (p. 8-9).
I want to be a fork.
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I think I'm far too mild to be a fork.
I think I'm more like one of those safety spoons you feed babies with so they can gnaw on them and not hurt themselves.
If you speared someone with one of those, it couldn't do more than tickle.
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