Word:
In Your Face book
A former student from China instant-
messaged me from NYC at 6 Sunday
morning wondering about a word for
a poem she was writing
A word for “indescribable,” but she
didn't want an in or un prefix.
Ineffable: ineligible.
Later, a lapsed fundamentalist pastor
from Canada who'd un-churched himself
with outspoken & unanswered questions
cut me off from his blogging sphere &
un-friended me from his Facebook Wall
because my responses annoyed him.
[ Dear Colleagues, Can you imagine? .
(And neither sticks nor stones!) ]
Co-incidence. No words describe it.
“A simple truth is nothing but a lie,”
says Denise Levertov.
Earlier, some long-ago graduates
Facebook-challenged each other on
what we can “know” and what not:
variation on what can be said and
what remains un-said.
Not describe able.
Tip of the tongue. Tip of the I's berg.
Talk of the town. At the point where
2 or more billiard balls meet (say):
common cause, converse action.
Other wise: words don't do it
justice
It, I said.
Know what I mean? What I'm saying?
Do I always got to be spelling it out?
I don't have words for it.
“Neither logic nor sermons convince,”
says Walt.
"Why so serious?" asks the Joker as he looks at his latest victim with a sadistic smile on his face. We're all taking everything, even joking, so serious--speak for yourself Ray, but I don't know; I think everyone takes something serious. Which is why we get so offended and remove people from our lives, not a good or a bad thing, but it is what it is. You gotta find the path that works for you so that you can function, so that you may feel free: free to act out, free to remove friends, free to stare at one another and know you won't speak--freedom to do whatever you want, be who you choose to be. I mean, what's the worst that'll happen? You'll get some strange looks? People will talk about you, thinking that you can't hear them? Inside jokes, comments, criticisms? If that's all they got, then may my army continue to fight on, and defeat the enemy I call hate--my little brother, my anti-me, my friendly enemy, my devil in disguise. What can I do but be kind, and share a piece of my mind as best as I know how? The latter sounds good, but, of course, maybe, not to all. Oh well . . .
ReplyDeleteYou are right. I can joke until I can't. Achilles heel: where I'm serious and no fooling. As long as I'm vulnerable in one spot, the whole systems at risk. I'm quite tolerant--until I'm not. Where all of a sudden the border is crossed, transgressed--ooops that smarts, ouch that hurts: right there is where "dialectic" (the practice) can be said to begin. True? Other wise it's all mere fooling around. Play, sure, but without balls.
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