it usually begins with conversational'ism (
yes that mark is hierarchically bitter about
being 2nd best, it's actually has an oxbridge
approval as being above the hyphen,
meaning it's closely related to its
dictionary cousin the aardvark),
but i really did want to translate west-coast
into east-coast, i wanted bukowski
as frank o'hara so bad, so so bad...
i almost took to grips with ted berrigan,
don't worry, the former eastern bloc
is far far away, no monsters there,
no monsters in need of translation...
we're all secondary colonies out here,
we can be rhwandian out here if you like,
we an play the drums and sing jungle lullaby
for the threat of tarzan's onslaught:
indeed the possessive article makes
not distinction between definite (this)
and that (indefinite) articulation with the added
pluralism... but as the revolution of 1917
in russia proved... rasputin was too clever
to be a jesus... and the ruling elite known
as the intelligentsia were never to be the barons...
or so i heard a serf riddle owning land
and paying taxes than paying with workable hands...
democracy... ah blah you see!
it's like *******.. as long as the X is
given from every citizen we can claim better order
and perfection in disguise at the venetian ballroom dance!
when want dumb pawns, but the dumb pawns
have been educated, they're illiterate in the sense
that they don't read the prescribed books
to join the club of conversation...
it does indeed take much out of you to simply
look pretty / appealing...
they're illiterate in the sense of aesthetic dialectics:
is a. prettier than b. given that c. mentions d.
as prettier than a. or b.? i guess it does...
watch the rich girl tremble... give confessions...
she's orthodox but she decided to create a makeshift
catholic confessions' booth out of nothing
and ordain some random man the dog collar...
the red let knows that the only aristocracy is
the intelligentsia, when the arithmetic is enough
to count enough of them.
the right fears intelligence, in the same vein
as the left fears luxury, in the same way that
the middle fear usury.
better a cat who understands via meow (written onomatopoeia)
than man who understands concern via
usurping any meaning, and reducing meaning
to monkeying, otherwise known as autistic stare
of cats wondering where your shadow disappeared to,
reducing meaning of a distinct sound to an
onomatopoeia that sounds harsh, harsh enough
to craft an argument for a non-existent god /
mode of communication / the median being
a dialogue / and mean being the communicative peak
of two parties in agreement of the other being
communicated without a sense of a necessary
solipsistic abstracting - otherwise known
as the peak of normal distribution of two strangers
allocated roles in a market place, without
a shakespearean sense of dramatics at the height
of the kept, memorable.