Liberal Art Uber Alles (Mission Impossible)

Liberal Art Uber Alles  (Mission Impossible)

I succeed in not letting my failure put the quietus on

my efforts—I think I can, I think I can. I think I can,

a little engine that would if not could.  If I could,  that

would be a different deal: success being  a virtue &

validation  no body can deny and so I would fail at

failing as opposed to succeeding at it, in it.  A far far

better thing I do to  succeed at failing.  Evidence of

my grandiosity,  obsession, compulsion against the

mothers of prevention, smores we have with us always..   

Hobble de hoy: the violent bear it away and the  lame

shall enter first. I think I’d rather be a lousy lover loving

it  best  I can than an expert spectator commentating:

Howard Cosell  among the Mohammeds. Howard loves

it too. no doubt.  Analogy isn’t logical. We’re  crazy egos

hungry for love, says Sherwood Anderson.  See me hear

me touch me feed me like me really like me—lame or

limber.   

"The Living Christ" 

When ever any 2 get together (or 3 or 4) IT’s about
them, whatever the token talk—baseball, feminism,
molecules, gluten, nascar, David Henry Wallace,
6 beers you should avoid drinking, To a High-Toned
Old Christian Woman, immigration, corruption and
greed across the I’ll, veteran misadministration, 
Luthernism & Calvinism, Holy See & Can they Just
Get Along? student debt—makes no never mind-set. 
It’s always all about the talkers talking not about what 
they’re talking about. That would be half-assed.