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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 or Afganistan or Syria of Gaza.

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.