(Volume II, no. 1 -- Summer 1998)
They say that Richard Rorty rules one-half of
this whole field,
with political connections through which
his power to wield.
Bred into philosophy, a Yalie to the end,
He has all philosophers could want; tenure,
But I, I teach philosophy
and I curse the load I'm teaching,
and my anonymity
and I wish that I could be Richard Rorty.
The journals print his papers, every one
he can produce,
Richard Rorty in the Phil Review, and in
J Phil and in Nous
And the colleges he speaks at and the reviews
Oh, he must be so contented, with the prestige
He's fluent in all discourses; he speaks
the native tongue--
be it Dewey, be it Heidegger, even Wittgenstein
So my mind was filled with wonder when the
gossip columns read,
"Richard Rorty, at home last night,
was reading Ayer in his bed."
Simon and Garfunkel fans might recognize
these lyrics as fitting perfectly to
tune of "Richard Cory." Coincidence?
E.A. Robinson fans probably aren't reading