Platonic Hate & Against Interpretation

Liberal art is all,
(not yr majors  &
minors & liberal
arts)

Platonic Hate

Hate the spin not the spinners hating the spin I’m in:
atmos  spheres dominant pair of dimes, environmental
amnion swimming  soaking wet and  cherishing the
difference between damp and dry & flat-land lectures
on famous spheres we  have seen.

A Platonic Hatred is all. No substance, Intangible. Can’t
touch this.   Not the spinners,  bless their hearts.
Mere manifestation, embodiment.

Against Interpretation.

The mass of myn lead iives

    of quiet perspiration.

Just take it in: IT, I said. The truth about partiality,
the truth about being a one, the truth about home
land security, the truth about Procrustes & Epimenides,
about  idolatry & not knowing any better, the truth
about accusation & adversarial -ness,  innocence

& desire, lack, want, need; the truth about hate, about
smoke signals from the caves on windy days: semaphore
the truth about across the aisle, no one  doing wrong
knowingly.  Well,  wrong,  sure: but WRONG? Need we
argue? The truth about arguing, about cause & effect,

about  reasons-why, the truth about interpretation, about

explanation.

Explanation is rationalization. Interpretation is  hostile
hosting  to fit my procrustean bed.  Nail a dream  down
to reasons-why  and taking  care of business. Or

relationship:  understain it in terms of my understaining.

Rip-off artistry:  making my own sense in accord with my
belief system.  Stick in a thumb. Pull out  a plumb. Oh what

a good boy am I.