Thursday, August 5, 2010

My Dada's Pizza

 
With an admittedly destructive intent—to
mock, pervert, & demolish all the tenets
of painting, music, poetry, philosophy, logic
and even reason itself and set up a pretended
madness instead, in protest against the insane
and vicious destruction of civilization, life,
and thought…during World War I.
and dying of “cheerfulness’
in the 20”s
 
 (reappearing as “surrealism” in France:
have you noticed how “surreal” is an
adjective of description almost
as ubiquitous as “awesome”?)
 
Wm Rose Benet: Reader’s Encyclopedia)
 
My Bad
 
I am almost at the door, creepingly close to
coming out of the closet and confessing my
mis-anthropological addiction: a pox on all
houses: straw, wood, brick, makes no never
minding  and the 3 little piggies within, all
the hairs on their chinny chin chins, me: BB
Wolf  Wannabe. huffing & puffing to blow
houses down— eco-illogical,
 
Can’t confess this on Oprah or run for office
admitting my xenophobic, me-first family
values  racism, illogical, irrationalistic  bias
& prejudice, fearful anxiety, binging & purging
my self-indulgence to make known.  Drag me
out of my  closet, damaged & damaging,
hobble-de- hoy:  no more denying  or
cover up, damnit.
 
Game Changing
 
Come out  Come out wherever I am: wounded
warrior limp & lame, suck-my-thumb rationalist
3-little-piggie logical positivist take-charge
feminist  passive aggressive boy manual
dexterity: human all too  humanly vulnerable
wounded  inner child in touch with my feelings
& dropping  off the veil, an apocalypse now and
again monstrous and true. . 
 
I’m almost there.
Can’t quite turn
the other cheeky
door knob to come
out come out where
ever I am.. 
 
It makes common sense but it doesn’t make Good
Sense to try & make common sense out of nonsense
and no-sense- at-all & yet I do, make it all make my
common sense (non & no) reducing it, purging and
purifying, cleaning it up so it can be common, addicted
 to common sense translating irrational and illogical
to rational logic unaware of the sacrifice and loss in
nailing it like they say on American Idol:
 
               You just nailed it
                    that song
             that performance
        a consummation devoutly
            to be desired:  nail &
        be nailed. No wiggling need
                      apply.  


 

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