Meet that blonde chick

October 29, 2011

I don’t know what I’m talking about. Or ‘was’. I’d been reading a lot of Hegel. And so my thought processes ran a kind of maze. As if an idea was a white rat. And I was keeping tabs on how long it took the little bastard to realize he wasn’t going anwhere. And I was trying to be vague. I think. Because there is no better way to hide the shallowness of a notion than to be abstract. Confuse the discussion by suggesting that you have just scratched the surface. This is thinking as a form of advertising. You want everyone to think you’re intelligent. But  you don’t want to say anything too specific because they might realize that you’re stupid. I don’t know if I was aware of any of this. I just wanted to fit in. I think. And meet that blonde chick sitting in the corner.





“A joke is the epigram on the death of feeling.”


the muted collage

the postman’s invention

once prufrock’s private snicker

the painters’s little jab in the bourgeoisie’s ribs

the mid wife’s colossal foolery

the mutant consciousness.


“All order society puts the passions to sleep.”


working by brail

the artist feigning boredom with the new moment

relieved himself of its chaos,

‘let it be used on their barricades

on their slogans, and placards.’

in their attempt to wake us from our slumber

our much touted revolutions

were mere examples of the

good manners of the oppressed,

overcoming their rage to make

a final gesture to their old masters

and upon awakening

we were overheard to say

‘perhaps we not offer them adequate



“Rational thought is interpretation according to a

scheme we cannot escape.”


the panhandlers now wage

their moral defeat against Watergate.

the automobile

once king of the road

against the subway system

petroleum versus electricity

order versus law

(it becomes clear that the last century was only a way station.)

the victims of what we did not believe –

we now find.

(it at least resembles a gesture of discovery.)

the saturation of the many

seeping into the consciousness of all.


the old order hovers “like an exaltation of stale gas”

in the days when

we are sieged by the pedagogy of crowd noises.

2 Responses to “Meet that blonde chick”

  1. Nothing shocks me. I’m a scientist.

  2. Diver said

    The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers common sense snuck in at number 79.

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