Some philosophers use a lot of words. The most word-shy means of expression is the haiku, a poem in which the number of syllables is severely restricted. (Opinions vary, about exactly what the restriction should be, to model the Japanese originals.) Here are some haiku, taking the form very broadly, capturing the thoughts of the least haiku-like philosophers. I don’t claim much for them as poetry. But any contributions for philosophers I haven’t covered? Brandom? Habermas?
stillness lies behind.Aristotlerabbits matestars circleeverything knows its targetWittgensteinwings beat atinvisible walls.learn to love the bottle
Peacocketo see is soon to thinkbut thinking this not thatis sometimes hard to say
McDowellthe world is fullof lovely thingsonly when you find them.Hegelthe stream bends backoften, but alwaysgoes where it is goingPutnamround pegs are thereand really don’t go intosquare holesDummettwarm dinosaurs or cold?hard to tell butperhaps neitherHeideggerstoneaxe, no longerrock, chipped by
Finally here are two that are not about particular philosophers. The first is inspired by the debate about the extensionality of belief, from Frege to Salmon and more recently Jennie Saul. The second is a kind of riddle: why does it fit its title?
Supermanone man does whatthe same man cannot.Lois flies tonightSyllogismhuman bonesXantippe knew:eventually the hemlock