Although I my self surely would
flunk
of our
Studies
I am addicted to & infected by
the imaginative
worm,
got
Ludic
2 Economies:
(Liberal Art & Liberalarts)
What I know as deep grammar
everyone knows. An occasional
Obama provokes tears as
testimony. “Yes we can.”
Sometimes a Parker Palmer calls
IT up, invoking courage to teach:
let your life squeak! he implores
& I’m momentarily moved,
filled with Ransom Fellowship.
“Yes” I say. “That’s the way to do IT.”
Don’t matter the talk tokens, I hear
rightness through surface sentences;
and all cliché versions violate the deep.
Imposters. Lecteurs.
Surface grammar:
Convenient Common Sense
obligated to Letters of the Law:
Twist, Tweak, & Twiddle de
Dumb to get it write
Basis for
(The Liberal Art)
Turn up the difference between
deep & surface; put it in play:
spark the gap with immaculate
conceptions: buzzards, wings
gently tilting against the wind,
circle to sustain the breech.
Post Ludic
I oughtn't be morose when
the Common Sense rules and
people conform. I am the
one out of it—projecting
incommensurate out-of-it
values on incommensurate
in-it folks--yearning
connection: the sparking.
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