Ode to Private Language
a poem in four verses
If a lion could talk, we could not understand him – Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein was a lion – The Skept Ethicist
a poem in four verses
If a lion could talk, we could not understand him – Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein was a lion – The Skept Ethicist

Whose sensations are these I think I know
I feel the pain in my big toe
This is a concept I have learned
When first I gave language a go.
And Wittgenstein, he thinks it queer
I equate this pain with shedded tear;
For when I state I’m in distress
I’ve replaced the need to cry, my dear.
And do I know you feel the same
When you speak of your own pain?
Alas, I do not have a clue
That you are feeling what you name.
Objectively I cannot speak
Of ‘pain’ which happens week to week.
This language stuff is really deep.
This language stuff is really deep.
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
© The Skept Ethicist 1992-2012 All Rights Reserved
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