this system of notation
this great archaic atlas,
is really misunderstood,
for some reason,
a reason very much bold
if not simply balding
from reasons outside
of genetics via a scratched head,
seems to confuse people,
you never hear of painters
having to apologise,
for outrageous neon red,
or ultra-violets that are like
paparazzi pepper-spray of
flashes leading up to an epileptic
seizure... you never hear it...
but for some reason, when you
write something outrageous
you have to conclude by having
to write some sort of apologetics;
for me people just don't get it,
why would a painter apologise
for excesses when there aren't any?
why would a painter get all the
slack and the poet a humbling
feel of anonymity? this sort of
dynamic only perpetuates mankind's
power struggle / gamble in the
medium of communication,
and when used to express something
as fanciful as poetry, immediately
taken to invoke a strict obligation
for a conversation as simple as:
- how much the bananas?
- two for one a third one gratis!
- in terms of pound?
- half a kilo for a quid.
- thank you, i'll have two portions
of that libra.
so by attacking the sole communicating
medium of perfect accord
we attack it's liberated expression
of poetry as we might attack
anything that moves with a knife...
although it's moving with a knife
ready to butter a scone or a crumpet
or a half toasted piece of bread
according to sting's englishman in new york;
and with such purposive attacks
language no longer serves a stance
of a required medium of communication,
but a required medium of discord;
as i said once, too many a times to
now forcefully repeat: if language
could be represented via chemistry...
it would be the most volatile substance
known to man: more volatile
than lithium in water, or the atom-bomb,
i dare say.