Friday, December 5, 2014
The delight I take in my idiocy is shameful if not
guilt-inducing which it is not: merely a matter of
dealing with shame: I can stand shame more and
more and more, it’s guilt I can’t bear. Idiocy is
the source of originating, generating a point of view,
true? A price to pay: sacrificing the idiotic to the
common sense. Suffers in translation. To die for.
Not common sense itself, I acknowledge: how
could it be and still be idiotic? Potentially, maybe:
crucified idiocy : a common sense or two —but that
determination is beyond me and my control: I would
have it all become some common sense, perfectly
clear and everyone salute it too
The “new” and the “emergent”: where else its source
but in some one or another’s idiosyncrasy busting
out all over like June bugs slamming my screened-
in porch some early summer night. Let me in let me
inn: you lite up my night. No one can think out of
the box who worries about thinking out of the box.
The problem is: how can anyone outside the box
think inn? Breaking per-sonic barriers & distant
early warning systems & all that homeland security
blocking holy terrorists who would boomlay boomlaybe bringing down the house, yes?