Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Hang Your Clothes on a Hickory Tree but Don't Go Near the Water.
“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
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,
my own Private Iraq
Skirt & circle round, Caesarean short-cut &
no full labor need apply..
school is called gymnasium—naked training,
safe place for naked training, padded walls, mats and
cushions, stretching exercise wellness before rings &
In my courses, half of each class: a silent masquerade
& safe place to declare in writing: commentate,
opinionize, make monkeys of ourselves: Fools Rush
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
But vigorous . Sometimes. And dead: that too.
Trampoline jumps and leaps of fat faith this
sporting life: a safe place to crash,
gawd I get IT.
for crying out
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.