It’s been a while since I tried this with a new model. Claude Fable passed with flying colours đź‘Ś I particularly appreciated the note at the end.
The Daseiniad (Director’s Cut)
Sing, Muse, of that Freiburg professor
Whose prose made each sentence a guessor!
“The Nothing, it noths!”
He declared to the moths
In his hut (no electric—much lesser).
Lo! Dasein woke up, mighty thrower,
Found out it was thrown—what a downer!
“I’m Being-toward-death?!
Who approved this?” Its breath
Grew ragged. It ordered a Stoner.*
The hammer broke! Heavens defend us!
Now present-at-hand—how tremendous!
For Being revealed
Is by toolbreak unsealed…
(Or just call a guy. They can mend us.)
O reader who’s made it this far,
Sein und Zeit sits unread on your bar!
Eight hundred-odd pages
Of “Being” in stages—
The unread book IS who you are.
*Beer. Authentic Black Forest beer.
Mark Carrigan 