Descent into Hello!

Insurgence (Hosanna)

That I’m always running lean generates all my problems
I would solve if I could put on weight.

Sticks and stones & rice at rhinos;  an inexorable progress

of inert momentum:  armored vehicles not un-tracked by

tricks of straw;  bones & names do not deter.

I find insurgency appealing: to shoot a spit ball at metal
plate tectonics slowly drifting continental divisions,  mere

mosquito bites on the elephantine ass of  hire educated

lumbering beasts of burdens  carrying on and on an ancient

forget hell-no attitude.

A small epistemological lie occludes the yawning abyss

between  quantities & qualities like emperors clothes

worn to conceal my  institutionalized butt crack and

not demoralize progress.

In my dreams I market insurgency as equivalent to

“outdoor education”  under fluorescence surrounded by

cinderblock whenever the seeming clarity of a syllabus-

driving agenda-covering thesis-dominating orgasmic

on-task ground-gaining taxo-nomic determine-logical

grade-gun quiz & examination-levied ex-officio structure

is suspended!

And CHAOS unveiled!
We-the-people players

left to our own resources

might could work  up some

common sense  & shared

estimation,  some civil

obedient survival skills to

re-invent our own universes

of discourse if not wheels to

re-create recreation & a womb

of our own!.

Only edify:
up from old scratch

some new sense of identity

& loco knowing! 

Can you imagine the agon?   Cast-off from standards?

Cast away from  estimation & assess-mental esteem? 

No convenient convention indicating conformance or 

rebellion & how are we going to tell the dancers from
the dance so as to pay our deficient attention or ignore

efficiently?

Is anyone taking notes?

Walk through halls of ginseng  and see students watch

a progress pass their open doors: tilted back, arms across

chests, memorizing information necessary to pass a course

I guess & presume it goes in one hear but not the other. A

student in 1964 told me:  “I’m listening, Sam: don’t need

notation;  I catch  your drift”—quoting Emerson how

notebooks impede a memory.

Can I use the ignorance my growth requires, wonders

Henry David,  who has so often to be abusing knowledge?

How to make good  out of  the stupid so essential to the

manufacture of  clear?

I love my stunned stupor pre-requisite to study who never
gets asked to the prom. The nerd takes revenge. “Good morning,

 America! Won’t you know me? I’m your native son!”

DELIVERANCE

That I’m always running lean generates all my problems
I would solve if I could gain weight. Fat & rolling in resource
would be  more recreational I bet, huh?   As it is, tasks weigh

more than  time, footnotes & loose ends!

Fancy free falls through my fingers; if only my only neck

weren’t held with such a  miser’s clasp: white knuckles &

oppose-able thumbs  pushing my trachea outta me. “Help! Help!

Can’t breathe,”  I’m crying  out loud. “Can't you hear me now?”

But touch my maniples & I’ll kick your ass reflexively, auto-

gnomically; my home-land security guard assures me my

manicured manifold & manifest  destinations have nothing 

to do with restraints, trammels, fetters, shackles,  double-binds

& buckles, suspenders, winches, com-fortificational pad

locks & paddy wagons, church keys & combinations, burglar

alarms, contact hours, seat belts, bicycle helmets & Trojan
horses: my built-in palisades & barricades: "Don’t be a

Silly Sam! Hold on! Hold on to what you got!”

I’m embarrassing my self but it can’t be said  & I won’t hear it,

 won’t hear of it.. Save, please. Hosanna.