Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Another of a Million Questions
-Difference Altzy and Dementia?
-Some wild-hair protein...something
of the like. Or...uh...
-I like people having no fuckin idea
what they’re talking about!
-Me too.
-But you’re not TOTALLY full of shit!
-Goal once.
-Perfection grinds one down.
Labels: conversation, incomplete knowledge, knowledge, sketchy knowledge
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Knowing One
-And Then He Died
-Voiding the deal?
-Not really. I still persist in
trying to get to know him.
-How characterize him thus far?
-Complex!
-Hey, we’re all complex! What do you look for beyond that?
-Myself.
Labels: knowledge, self knowledge.death
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Death of Cat
The Woman Who Knows Nearly Nothing
is tutored by lovers and friends
to their warm views of themselves.
As result of such expansion,
she knows even less etc.
And when help maxes out:
how very nearly catatonic she!
Her last teacher, Tyrone Everyslee Dolanest,
Irish Performance Artist, hits a cat with his Audi.
The death of a cat
must be accounted for,
and no one is willing.
All eventually insane,
but the woman
who knew nothing
to begin with gets
a pass, yet a gain.
Labels: cat, knowledge, performance, Performance Art, teaching, Woman
Wednesday, October 01, 2014
Examples Gross as Earth
The Uncertains
Not knowing, quite,
she did nothing. Again.
A pattern? You might say?
You might, if you said
anything at all. Why
not try? Oh? Well,
better luck next time!
Labels: cowardice, incomplete knowledge, knowledge, timidity
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Alice etc
Chips and Rumpsy
Chips found it on a related search: Borodin (Bor-ah-deen)
Russian Composer.
So when his Chief Accountant made a face at the piped-in music,
he remarked. “Borodin again. He sets up nails but hits just a few."
Hensley looked woefully struck!
Telling it to Rumpsy in their Jack and Jill bathroom, brushing teeth
prior to bedtime. (Which is Jill? their longest running joke.)
“Blip, silly and mean, in the day's dull parade.”
“My mentor always said What good is knowledge if you can't
weaponize it?”
“I knew him. A monster! But skip the pish-tosh and look at me!
I'm getting old!”
They studied the florescent mirror.
“And I?”
“Arrived!”
“Speaking of cruel...”
“I'm a journalist. Facts!”
“You’re so gay! How’s that fact working for you?”
“Better. Bitter. You name it.”
“Let’s stop naming and go to bed.”
“Always your solution.”
“My Mimsey Borrogroves!”
“My Red Queen!”
Labels: Alice in Wonderland, homosexuality, knowledge, knowledge as weapon, relationship
