ODE TO AN ONION: On the Metaphysics of the Olfactory Ahh, how your long, slender leaves with waxy strands of green curve down lazily towards a bulbous base. Yes, your olfactory overloads of peppery, piquant pungence prick my nostrils with no sense of shame! Exploring layer after layer of your enigma I wonder: could philosophy be more zingy? Ron: Aren't we like onions? Lex: (pausing in surprise) Well, that metaphor has zing! Lis: Perhaps all existence is what Szymborska calls "the idiotism of perfection?" Linda: Sounds good to me. Much better than the skin of discontent . . . ===================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: A sensuous adulation to Allium cepa and zesty, pungent philosophy. KEYWORDS: onions, concentric identities, vegetative metaphors, sensual verse, allium Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 1985 Nagoya, Japan ✠ Finished: 2020 Yokohama, Japan Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/med.htm TOC https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/what.htm TRANSLATIONS ESPAÑOL: https://www.tnewfields.info/es/cebolla.htm NIHONGO: https://www.tnewfields.info/jp/tamanegi.htm ZHŌNGWÉN: https://www.tnewfields.info/zh/cong.htm