Xantippe: dumping a chamber pot
down the Socratic neck, him
pondering & protecting
a stack of texts.
Background: a man bullies an
elderly couple in a sailing-ship.
IDIOCY
I doubt my sanity: my clean &
tidy addiction to clarity, coherence,
& consistency. Not to give it up,
but doubt.
Smell of old canoes in the boat
house, shallow scummy water
off the launching dock.
Hunting knives under glass
at the
Small toads in the path.
Bottoms of breasts not quite
covered by a lifeguard’s 2
piece & the cracked crotch
of the swimmer on 2nd
raft:
Wonder years in Western
.
Interpreting texts and contexts:
“Explicit” stands for what’s
happening —perfectly clear
& not much argument
need apply.
“Implicit:”: the so what?
Everyone with an opinion &
how do we come to terms?
Between literal & metaphorical:
what?
From HAP to Ways We Talk
About Hap?
What?
May we invite Chaos & welcome
Free Association like homing
pigeons & storks with reminding
images I never would have paid
attention to given the task at hand:
covering ground —sane & tidy—
and put them into play
so as to get off track?
Muddling Mother of Chaos:
sparrows and hawks
swoop to conquer
where there’s
room.
ah, the humanities!
if not the fine arts.
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