I frowned when Žižek said that love is more
than purely physical reality,
how everything shifts from its state before,
takes on a new congeniality.
Oh, Žižek,this way is better, a love
real enough to transform humble star-stuff
into meaning, without a God above,
without a meta-. I’m calling your bluff.
Žižek! abandon inconsistency.
insist to see the bright sublimity,
remember La Mettrie’s philosophy,
go dare to grant your love validity.
Still you reminded me how singsong sweet,
that exquisite urge to abstract concrete.
(a sonnet for my poetry class)