"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said, <br />"The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends. <br />"Sit in the sun and not among the dead, <br />"Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car attends. <br /> <br />"All ghosts came back. they do not like it there, <br />"No silky water and no big brown bear, <br /> <br />"No beer and no siestas up above." <br />"Uncle," I said, "I'm lonely. What is love?" <br /> <br />This drove him quite insane. Now he must knit <br />Time and apperception, bit by tiny bit.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/concerning-the-synthetic-unity-of-apperception/
