What if what we’ve been taught is good is really full of flaws? Every human institution is full of humans, after all, and humans are full of flaws. And then there’s systemic flaws like bigotry and xenophobia that judge and legislate and institutionalize oppressive and exploitative structures and groups and rules and policies that hurt minorities and foreign countries and third world organizations. What if the church and the government and the military and the police and the schools and the judiciary and the prisons are so full of flaws that they can’t be redeemed by human effort? Will God intervene and make them better? I won’t hold my breath for that. and of course books and speeches and television shows and movies and works of fine art and conversations ad nauseam are full of flaws. Christians would call it sin. Everyone knows that we are all as individuals less than perfect.
Month: December 2020
Unpoetry in a Nutshell
Writing is writing honestly prickly going off on it them writing is creative and describing too you must look closely and never repeat unless you must so far so silly you must only go so far as the next word to choose you must not worry about the beginning or the end but just jump in and start that is a beginning in itself. Before you choose you must say to yourself it doesn’t matter where this goes only that it goes and don’t repeat because the only thing that is for sure is change. There is no meaning in a string of unrelated words other than the choice of each particular word it matters in itself yes but there is no syntax only random only absurdity no meaning but in each isolated choice of a word without making meaning in a sentence only in each word that’s it that’s the only step to avoid meaning that is the meaning what’s on your mind selected unrelated meaning only related sounds and appearance of words a collage of words no patterns just a smorgasbord.
All mutt rewind tails went cauliflower up knot
Clothes hinder yak conclude kingpin zebra it
Weaving benign butter seep voluminous did
Tandem cheesecake walking John angle bend
Winded jeepers kneel bomb sample edible end
Stegosaurus pop type volume operation hellion
Prototype procrastinate fool full hull doomed
Phytoplankton tension wasps Jewish various
Kite warriors crazed balloons rough ripe geo
Plucked plumes pliable cosplay mushroom ish
Right aim whatever if yawn barroom zoom ate
Mythological hydrogen groom foodie vaulting
Christ amiable sickly great yearly potato slap
Porcupine sellout pyromaniac eloquent beast
Yawning far collection tyrannical philosophy
Tub whip bomb rude took boat rip train beep
Crumb tomb lime dye seed crime blink dry um
Time dream on grey ream freeze polls green of
Ire climb from sworn debt hill run beer vent
Dip stipend move crown stiletto cook sworn
Wall ambient cacophony rangers yellow street
Beam whenever little beneficent queer each
Hanging mellow wallop treetop rowdy bean
Banana stoop went temp huge reputation ole
Ask as I say, well
Stupid is as stupid does, my dear
Yes, and you shouldn’t talk
With your mouth full.
Green light tells you to go.
Who decided that?
And why stop on red?
You see what I mean?
It just goes on and on!
I never! I always do.
Do you think the recipe
Is alive in his left hand?
Do you trust me?
Jump, then, for your life!
What’s It to You
He, he, high dee ho!
Come with me
Don’t drop the soap.
In the cave of evil things,
There’s a list of what to make
For Christmas dinner.
So go to the store,
And buy the trimmings,
And we’ll meet here
In the end.
And we’ll sing loo, loo, loo,
Loo, loo, loo, loo, loo!
Away in a pancake,
A serpent smelled.
What’s it to you, buddy?
I’m drunk. I don’t care.
What’s it to you?
I’m married. I don’t have
An opinion on the matter.
Back to the barn!
He screamed, so loudly.
What, were you raised in a barn?
Barn animals don’t close doors.
Barnyards have doors left open.
Barn clothes are dirty.
On second thought,
Are you a cow?
Or a pig?
Or a chicken?
I’m the barnyard type,
Oh, yes, indeedee!