Madness Prompts: Reason Ratifies
EnvironMentalism In a Dark Place
Waiting for Gödel
to complete me: his
theorem revealing
my incompleteness:
inclined as I am to
demonstrate my own
consistency (see me,
hear me, touch me,
feed me.—the hob
goblins of my brittle
mind). Do I contradict
my self? I am large,
I contain pulchritude
My “world” might be said to have its head up &
through a glass darkly
fundamentally speaking:
bottom line always--bottoms up
& bottoming
out my home sweet home security systems.
Or call it cave-safe if not
sound: wombed & tombed,
hysterical & embarrass
mentally solipsistic, narcissistic,
sphinxed: boxed & bubbled, Disneyworld doubled,
deluded & sealed-into myself
sending sophomoric
semaphoric massage message medium
smoke signals
on an always windy day—upstart in
a strong wind,
reason in the sum.
This is
just description: diagnosis merely, & in no way
a judgment
nor the condemnation that denial would
be &
cover up.
“It’s Dark as a Dungeon Way
Down in the Mind” sings
Joan Baez from a stool at Club
47 in Cambridge,
jailbait at 15: motor cycles in
the alley way
kick out the middle of her
performance
data
dayadhvam damyata what
a
hullabaloo & she stops: smiles
exquisite as the voice and
wwe smile too, loving
the sound and also
the fury.
Truth:
alive & well all around surround-sound panoramic
panacea
pandemic pancreative pandemonium
& I panic
dead and door-nailed, hammered
into institutionalization
&
smooth operators.
I’m
squeaking in tongues and would rather be forth-telling
but can’t get it across my idiocy to
common sense if not by
mining the
darkness: stochastic suicide
bombing missions
impossible
noetic exploding the powers of trade & exchange
confounding
again and again the convictions that Babel can
bridge
across the rivers: why?
so as to cross the last frontier
established
with tolls and trolls,
become pontificators
and
all will be
well and all will be well.
Brilliant.
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