I was standing on the edge,
beak cap backwards, two
enormous catcher’s mitts,
one on one hand and then
also one on the other, doing
my unlevel best to retard,
if not catch colleagues from
going over the waterfall
crying out loud. .
I was playing Plagiarism
Play: my mote of operation.
Plagiarism: variant on Deceit
& Short-cut: any caesarean
substitute for Full Labor, like
slapping a capo on my guitar
instead of learning how to
finger the whole keyboard
Merely Symptom of the Habit
of Evil some call “problem.”
upo: up from below: any
bottom-up emergent
phenomenon & value
that don’t suit the system,
agenda—or convenient
convention.
I call it cheating when it
goes against my organization.
Demoralizing.
I call it innovation when it
suits me and my sensibilities.
Moralizing.
Short-Cuts. Cap the flow.
Avoid full labor delivery.
Keep the pressure up
otherwise be looking
for leaks elsewhere
all over the system..
And then I woke up
Alarm went off. .
Dog eating my
home work &
barking for breakfast.
Strange.
Counter Intuitive.
Dream. within a dream
xxxooo, Young Goodman Brown
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