World Without Words, Part One
some wise men
of different bent, ilk,
orientation and time,
then our own,
prescribed four spice yellow smoothie milk
to fortify the virtues
considered natural and proper
by their standards and rules of the game:
swaddling was à la mode
cuddling totally uncouth
kissing directly offensive
guilt and shame not quite distinguished
in the way the knights
on a different corner of the earth
were busy worrying themselves to death about
these wise men-
those alluded to above
up there in the stanza
hovering over this one,
-if hovering can
be said to describe
metaphorically
what I am getting at-
had different playing regulations,
customs and comportment,
saying things like
what is the sound
of three hands clapping
and where does the white
go when the snow melts
or how many teachers
does it take to unroll
the carpet of the universe,
and
thereby
approached their world
using a different set of conceptual
markers then the dualistic
either or either or
of ours
with words their meanings
seemed to make sense of
the meaningless mess in a
way that deprived common
sense of the very floorboards
holding up their linguistic
foundation
and as such put them back
in a wordless existence of
pure feelings and intuition.
yet
by
words
was
how
they
done
it
can we undo our world by words?
we say:
this will destroy that
and point at the church clock
which destroyed the church.
we say:
until death
do us apart
though we mean
until someone better comes along
we say:
how do you do?
great!
how about you?
great!
then the pragmatism
of just keeping
it going
keeps us going
until one day we scratch
our heads and keel over
and just before its’ all really
over remember what our faces
looked like before we were born.
it’s all a lava flow from there
cats and dogs do follow rules
though without our tools
to become fools
or mules
in our schools
nor collect jewels
fight duels
understand joules
wear bathing suits in pools
or by night tell stories about ghouls
Neither do
they rhyme
in time
but what
they do
do
they do
in a
way
perfect
-ly
di-
vine
and always sublime
even if they don’t play around with words
to make associations, connections, logical bridges
and metaphorical relationships to create an architectural
conceptual world where things like sub- and -lime immediately
evoke ideas like:
oranges, submersible vessels, lemons, underneath, calcium, texts, detritus,
beetles, gin, mariners, and an infinite list of semantic non-sense that we humans
use to find our way around the world
but the cats and dogs?
is there a homunculus inside them?
a canine puppeteer?
a feline driver who steers down the road
“go left
go right
continue down straight
until you get to the intersection
where you will want to
take another left
down about a hundred yards
by the second mailbox
is where you live
and the lights will be on”
?
how the hell do they do it?
this is how:
close you eyes
scream
dance
run fast as you can
get in a fight
stub your toe
yawn
dream at night
almost drown
lust for her
or him
anytime
you want
just don’t:
smell the sound of being tickled
by someone you really love
who turns out to be a
snake recoiled on
your lap ready
to say here
take it
for that someone
just happens to be
the elephant
in the elevator-
exactly the thing
i instructed you
im-
plicitly
to not
not
to not
not think about
just do it lazy bones
drop the pants
hang loose
reproduce
and
let the meat loaf
if you kant do it
or don’t know
hume to turn to
maybe just let go
of those platonic
ghosts and let
go of the ladder
after climbing up
it so to speak
becuz
the world is filled
with unsayable
things
wonderful, beautiful, crazy, amazing things
so to speak
Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014
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