The Age of Reasons-Why

   Humanities All Too Humanities
 
 
"Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an
 instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much
as it has lost. One may almost doubt if the wisest
man has learned anything of absolute value by living
 
Practically, the old have no very important advice to
give the young, their own experience has been so partial,
and their lives have been such miserable failures, for
private reasons, as they must believe; and it may be that
they have some faith left which belies that experience,
and they are only less young than they were.”
                                                                  (Thoreau)
 
                    E-Motivation.
 
“They goodness must have edge to it,
else it is none.”                (R.W. Emerson)
 
I persist in my folly & failure
For fame?
Fortune?
Power?
Influence? 
  All the above plus a deep willful desire
to monkey with  “the professionals,” blow
whistles at emperor butts, twist a plastic
picnic knife in the gap & discrepancies
between ways-we-talk & what’s-actually-
hap-happening,  not that there’s anything
wrong with that (the gap) but  worth a
tweak, twitter, snicker.
 
Late onset restless legs syndrome and
delayed adulthood are factors. I say
It’s The  Principle of the Thing! But
know it’s my inner Hitler &  Original
Sin:  my Fears of all the years, Anxieties
&  Homeland Securities that make
me do the things I do.  
 
I’m more comfortable with these
frankly- my-dear explanations
than save-the-world, or
make -it-a-better-place &
leave no child  behind protestations
or riding a bus to Georgia to shake
a fist at the Schools of America.
& maybe get detained like some
Lindsey Lohan or Henry David
Thoreau.  
 
I prefer to profess my bias against
common sense, ignorance & confusion,
the rise of Tea Party Type sentiment,
Glenn Becks abounding founding
fatherism, power of  Positive Thinkers
& their Law of Nu-Age Self-Help
Attraction. and all those who claim
they are not so much religious
as spiritual.
 
Thorns in my flesh even as I know better
 —mere direct objects for a hatred that
burns like a hard & gem-like flame,
demanding explanations, satanic
escape-goating  accusations so
as to nail down reasons-why
so as to fix  IT so that it’ll
never happen again.
 
IT:  the ruckus raising  hulla balloo
& tink a tank tunk, contra temps &
brew ha ha, going on: wedgies &
noogies:  this guy is falling this guy
is falling & doomed to repeat IT
whether we know our history or not,
deja views all over again; turkeys
lurking and Henry Pennys galore
 
            
 
                  CHAOS
 
From I.E gheu – to yawn, gape, a chasm:
empty space waiting to be filled & not to
be collapsed, conflated & confused with
the random-to-order ratios we make it
contain. IT, I said.