Genius Galore
You know what inspires me?
God preserve my soul, hate confessung it
to esteemed snickerful colleagues but it’s
the 10 hour DVD History of Rock
Roll which BK Segall urged on me last
week when Avatar wasn’t available. I’ve
put in two marathon evenings watching
creative design evolve from Bo Diddley &
Chuck Berry to Springsteen & Petty
That and So You Think You Can Dance
which I’ve considered for years. Yes:
American Idol also & got no problem
with that, sucker for genius. And the 11
hour
butt, viewing symptoms of varieties of
genius galore dime a dozen. Plethora
right under my very gnosis. Aesthetic..
The wonder of Obsession & Compulsion.
Commentators call it risk-taking but that's
an injustice to these rumi disciples to music,
dance, tennis court etc. Risk-Taking is
Howard-Cosel talk, language that spectators
& critical thinkers abuse: literary & movie
critics, fashion reporters, embedded Afghan
journalists, cooking school evaluators, SACS
assessors, book reviewers, political theorists etc.
Actual players—lost in the be-here-now
moment of Doing It?
tonguing guitar, burning down the house,
slaughtering star spangled banners:
ooo what a risk taker I am, am I!
—wait’ll they get a load of this!”
Spectator & Commentator Ways of Talking are
convenient and occlude what’s actually happening
to idios daemon dead to ego & common sense:
seized by muse & carried away. “My fingers
are bleeding” cries the enfant terrible guitarist
while others remark on the “discipline. & reduce
the rapture to rigorous dedication.
You must lose yourself to
gain your SELF, damnit.
DIE and be born again & again crying out loud
say rock & rollers, singers & dancers, tennis players,
NASCAR racers & ultimate fighters, downhill skiers
& full-armor bicycle racers, slam poetry readers,
wild & wooly don’t give a damn graduation speakers,
lonely bibliographers, die-hard dissertation-writers,
sincere syllabi generators, lunch room bullshitters,
governance regulators, general education determiners,
used car salesmen, dentists, summer swimming pool
lifeguards, midnight graffiti artists,
and remotecontrol-it drone pilots and dumpster divers.
Never mind.
xxxooo, Sam
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