uma canção filosoficamente ébria

Ando com muita vontade de bater nos filósofos, só que quando chego ao Cioran,...entro na armadilha dele e repito as suas palavras: só começamos a viver realmente no final da filosofia, sobre suas ruínas, quando compreendemos sua terrível nulidade, e que era inútil recorrer a ela, incapaz de qualquer auxílio. (em Breviário de Decomposição, Rocco).



The Philosophers' Drinking Song

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel,

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away—
Half a crate of whisky every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,

And René Descartes was a drunken fart.
'I drink, therefore I am.'

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when he's pissed.


Eric Idle

Atenção às notas.