The Cafe is famous. <br />The Coffee is expensive. <br /> <br />I sit <br />on the self-same red and padded seats, <br />with original brass rail behind my neck, <br />and the two Magots <br />- ancient Chinese statues, which hang above my head - <br />as <br />Simone-Lucie-Ernestine-Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir <br />and Jean-Paul Sartre <br />-ancient post war Intellectual Magots - <br />sat <br />as part of their ritual of living together. <br /> <br />The Chinese Magots hang there still. <br />above my head. <br />The Intellectual Magots <br />float in the mists of temps perdu <br />behind my mind. <br /> <br />He says <br />'at the moment of orgasm <br />the illusion is ended <br />and we return to ourselves.' <br />He spent much time checking <br />(with as many of everyone that he could get hold of) <br />that scientific experience <br />would always confirm this theory of his. <br /> <br />She says <br />'one is not born a woman, but becomes one' <br />She then invented herself as someone <br />who spent much time wanting <br />sex with everyone of every sex <br />especially children <br />(but without having children.) <br /> <br />Together they reinvented Philosophy <br />(the love of Wisdom) <br />as Serial Orgasm; <br />complete with a philosophistical <br />justification. <br /> <br />The most famous of her beloved 'everyones', <br />Nelson Algren, says <br />'J-P and S were bigger users of others <br />than a prostitute and her pimp in their way.' <br /> <br />J-P and S say <br />' there is no meaning to be found in the world <br />beyond what meaning we give to it.' <br /> <br />The Chinese Magots <br />still hang <br />in an eternal present. <br />The Intellectual Magots <br />still fade <br />in an unconsummated past <br /> <br />Ghosts still seeking mutual consolation. <br /> <br />The Coffee is still expensive.<br /><br />Brian Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cafe-les-deux-magots/
