“We never go out of ourselves’
it is always our own thought
that we perceive….the man is,
as it were, clapped into jail by
his consciousness.” (Emerson)
I’m Buster Brown.
I live in a shoe.
That’s my dog, Tige.
He lives there too.
Womb of my own,
Let me count the ways I image
image-I-nation, & the more magic
the mighty machine: the merrier--
sealed-in, salving & protecting my
Directional Navigational Algorithms
like home land securities so that no
thing untoward or BB Wolf breaks
in uninvited invading my mind movies,
cradle, rock a bye baby, sound track
The beauty is: origins can be established by
agree ability: let’s say for the sake of argument:
1) drawing distinctions is the heart of thinking;
2) call arguing-them-out the heart of academics;
3) relating them: the heart of understanding.
Right there: beginning, middle, & ending:
history to generate argument— a premise,
implications unfolded, & possible
conclusions. 3 hearts as one.
You don’t agree?
Where would you draw the line
to begin again? Swell a progress?
Start a scene or two? Squeeze a
universe into balls to instigate a
story? Raise an issue? Beget?
Begat? Begot? Nurture?