Nothing Matters. Poem by Ripper Jones

Nothing Matters.



What is the point of ambition
Connected to the reason for being
Why write poetry?
Why do anything?
When all inevitably has to end.

Music, art, literature
What's the use when Shakespeare
Has no knowledge of his four
Centuries long fame.
Beethoven and Bach have no idea
How their music has affected so many
Taken at face value
Their white bones are nutrients
To the soil they lay under

Culture, Nationalism, Politics
History, politics, memories
All disappear when the dark messenger
Comes to rape the life of meaning
Our poets and musicians
Agonise over the terrible eternity
The dire, horrible prospects
That even existentialism can't stem

Why did Van Goch sever his ear?
Why did Scot and Evans lose their lives?
Why the first world war?
Why the second world war?
Why any war?
Why did Balzac work himself to death
Why, why, why -
There are no answers
Use rhetoric if you like
It won't change things.

Scientists say the universe
Will eventually become colder than the coldest ice
Darker than the darkest black
String theorists postulate many universes
which all, in time, coalesce
letting in black eternity

Nothing matters
Nothing

Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
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