Friday, July 5, 2013
A Safe Place
A Safe
Place
“The weight of this sad time, we must obey. Speak
what
we feel, not what we ought to say.” from
King Lear
“Neither
logic nor sermons convince.”
To “provide a safe place,”
we say again and again—for
this and that which in
other words would be risky business:
coming out, coming
forward, coming across :“ a soul’s
crossing time.”.
And if I pay attention, take
good notes, book-it & do
well in classes manage
time and load, I needn’t have to
go thru hell, Vietnam, say, Iraq, my own Private
Idaho:
Skirt & circle round, Caesarean short-cut &
no full labor need apply..
In Europe,
school is called gymnasium—naked training,
safe place for naked training, padded walls, mats and
cushions, stretching
exercise wellness before rings &
parallel bars.
.
Gymnastic.
In my courses, half of
each class: a silent masquerade
& safe place to
declare in writing: commentate,
opinionize, make monkeys of
ourselves: Fools Rush
Inn under
disguise of pseudonym, fake names:
A safe place to split an infinitive, mix meta force,
misplace modification: Room
for play, margin
for error, & a good
time had by all.
Non-rigorous in the watch-out be careful
wide load moving through
volumes of
cerebral dead lines & squinty-eyed scrutiny.
red-inked correct-ificational
power-point
attention efficient information transfer
kind.
But vigorous . Sometimes.
And dead: that too.
Trampoline jumps and leaps of fat faith this
sporting life: a safe
place to crash,
ooops,
ooomy
gawd I get IT.
for crying out
loud. Eureka.
Saved.
.
My own safe place is a
bubble of oblivion,
salved & salvaging my homeland security
systems protecting my Directional
Navigational Algorithms from what ever
might under-cut, demoralize
contra-addict
& expose to uncovering
the cover-up which
lets me, clod of unknowing, go about my
busyness despite what ever
kind of trafficking
goes on and on that I might
could be disturbed
by: railing against, standing-for & letting IT
be known I disapprove; count
me in with the
disapprovers, it’s safe to say against the bad
guys, stupid, blithering, confused
& ignorant.
where there by the grass
of god go I.
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