Wednesday, December 05, 2018
The Woman Who Couldn’t Count to Four
Had tried, with disastrous results!
Adored men! A collector.
No end to her cleverness, she’s
now on 3gg.
Himself, a self-professed wit.
Labels: cleverness, intellect, men, strategy, wit, women
Monday, November 20, 2017
The Boundary
the crowd at the sign.
NO CLEVER PEOPLE BEYOND THIS POINT
-WE’RE not clever?
-Nope. Homeboys with Homesense!
-Not so bad.
-And when we get together with the rest of us
Un-clevers, everything won’t be all fucked up!
-Any other differences?
-Personal Pronoun “I” gets rested!
-Whew! How’d it get as far as it did?
-Couldn’t resist all the BRAIN POWER!
Labels: cleverness, common sense, egotism
Thursday, November 02, 2017
The Intelligent Boundary
the crowd at the sign.
NO CLEVER PEOPLE BEYOND THIS POINT
-WE’RE not clever?
-Nope. Homeboys with Homesense!
-Not so bad.
-And when we get together with the rest of us
Un-Clevers, everything won’t be all fucked up!
-Any other differences?
-Personal Pronoun “I” gets rested.
-Whew! How’d it get as far as it did?
-Couldn’t resist all the BRAIN POWER!
Labels: cleverness, common sense, native intelligence, pseudo intellectual, wit
Saturday, August 12, 2017
The Man Who Answered All Questions
tired of his cleverness, and absently
stroked Sidney Carton, the least
mysterious cat in the lower valley.
Who darted away, then back to bite.
"You little bastard!"
Hardly witty.
Labels: cleverness, know-it-all, Sidney Carton, wit
Monday, July 25, 2016
You have signed out from another location
Thus, Hills found someone else had been rewriting his blog.
“Wonderfully literate now. Not as bare bones. Great fun googling the allusions!”
He prefers being clever to being himself.
“As everyone should,” adds he.
He has stopped writing in order to fall in love with the Pretender.
He can tell it’s a female, the way he can tell everything.
Labels: allusion, blog, cleverness, female, literary, literary allusion, literate, pretender, writing
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Up to Here
Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
For the addict the fix
is all of life. Why it’s
called addiction. My
quarrel with films depicting
endless runs of subtlety to
acquire, then absorb, shit. Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
Labels: addiction, boredom, cleverness, drugs, fix
