“The weight of this sad time,
we must obey. Speak what
we feel, not what we ought
to say.” from King Lear
“Neither logic nor sermons
convince.”
To “provide a safe place,”
we say again and again—for
this and that which in other
words would be risky business:
coming out, coming forward,
coming across "a soul’s
crossing time.”.
And if I pay attention, take
good notes, book-it & do
well in classes manage time
and load, I needn’t have to
go thru hell,
Skirt & circle round,
Caesarean short-cut &
no full-labor need apply.
In
gymnasium—naked training,
safe place for naked training,
padded walls, mats and
cushions, stretching exercise
wellness before rings &
parallel bars.
.
Gymnastic.
In my courses, half of each
class: a silent masquerade
& safe place to declare in
writing: commentate,
opinionize, make monkeys
of ourselves: Fools Rush
pseudonym, fake names:
A safe place to split an
infinitive, mix meta force,
misplace modification:
room for play, margin
for error, & a good
time had by all.
Non-rigorous in the
watch-out be careful
wide load moving
through volumes of
cerebral dead lines &
squinty-eyed scrutiny.
red-inked correct-
ificational power-
point attention
efficient information
transfer kind.
But sometimes
vigorous
Trampoline
jumps and
leaps of fat
faith this
sporting life:
a safe place
to crash,
ooops,
ooomy
gawd I get IT.
for crying out
loud.
Saved.
.
My own safe place is
a bubble of oblivion,
salved & salvaging the
homeland security
systems protecting my
Directional
Navigational
Algorithms
from what ever might
under-cut, demoralize
contra-addict & expose,
uncovering the cover- up
which lets me, clod of
unknowing, go about my
busyness despite what
ever trafficking goes on
and on that might could
disturb me: me railing
against, standing- for &
letting IT be known I
disapprove; count me in
with the disapprovers, it’s
safe to say against the bad
guys, stupid, blithering,
confused & ignorant,
where there by the
grass of god go I.
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