James Frederick William Rowe
An answer I once gave
For the habit of my
philosophy
On why I am so often
immersed past my head
In the fathoms of
inquiry:
I suppose I am like the Anglerfish
Combing the abyssal plains of knowledge
So accustomed to the deeps
That the shallows would kill me
Poet’s Notes:
This poem is taken from a
conversation I had a few years ago, where I actually did answer precisely as in
this poem, likening myself to the seafloor-combing anglerfish in respect to my
philosophical inquiries. These fish are known to explode from depressurization
when brought to the surface by fishermen, so accustomed are they to the crushing
water pressure in their natural climate, meaning they quite literally cannot
survive in shallow water (or the open air). An anglerfish is also known for
having a lit “bulb” at the end of an antenna that hangs before its mouth, which
serves both to light its way and to entice prey to its maw, both of which seem
oddly suited to philosophy.
Aesthetically, I simply took
the actual conversation and made it into the second stanza. The first was later
added to give the poem an explanation of why I so uttered these words, so that
the context would be preserved as well. I did not want the poem to simply be my
clever retort, and so be reduced to something like a quip.
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