The Voice

"Yeah, like someone is going to read it all," the voice scoffed notably in the back of his mind, "what with all the ridiculously redundant rhetoric (and thetoric) and wildly unnecessary predicates (and adjectives and adverbs) pressing prose to comprehendable limits." ... (ummmm, delayed Editorial Notation: I believe he might have meant incomprehensible, or perhaps beyond comprehendable was what he actually meant).

The boy looked up at him thoughtfully, wondering just where the old man had lost his mind.

I am the old man. I am the boy. I am the aardvark.

mostly vegetarian.


I am the gas man. I am the fool. I am the rainbow.

temporarily colorblind.


we are our own blessing, we are our own crime, the knowledge is misery, tragedy, ecstasy and the sublime...

I am the rich man. I am the pauper. I am the tool.

momentarily complete.


I am the sand man. I am the giggle. I am the end.

"Yeah, like someone is going to understand it all," the voice smiled.

2004-05-03

There is such brilliance in this entry that I cut and pasted from within the babblings of a long post which probably rambled to hide the brilliance that was spewing forth from your fingertips ... why you do that is beyond me.

Lack of focus ... ADHD ... all those excuses you so commonly use are rather paper-thin and don't stand up to any kind of examination. So I can only speculate that the pearls of wisdom strewn here and hither through the hundreds of strung together words of ramble are another example of the "tests of worth" and other booby traps laid throughout your word webs.

and yet again, this may be the clearest example to prove your basic insecurity ... the need to add more, to dilute and pollute the clearest thoughts and brilliance ...

(ssshhh ... don't give me your "but I'm too (insert appropriate word here) and wreck havoc and fear in the hearts of human and I'm tired of being lonely so I have to do this so that I can lull the fears and shivers and chills so that I can at least have the illusion of people who care" serenade ... though it may be true most of the time ... I won't accept that this is the real reason behind the pollution thrown into this kind of brilliant thought process / writing ... otherwise you would never post or share or write rhymes that others see)

hmmm ... when I figure it out ... I'll let you know ... :P

4 comments:

candoor said...

sleepy, nodding, but want to respond...

the real reason?... in no particular order, i think...

1. because it is too easy to repeat back to me what i want to hear so i allow the free association and physical world reports to slip in between the stream of consciousness you seem to find more often than most in order to weed out those who might be users or simply those who might fall for the easy connections and retain the very few who find the deeper meaning and threads of me within the daily life babble and other asides...

2. because i love to play with words and let my mind wander from the visceral moment to the ethereal conceptualization of life, the universe, and everything (including me and whatever) cuz it keeps my mind happy and less bored or lonely than it would be if i did not let it (the mind) play as it does in words...

3. because i am lonely and babbling leaves less time for realizing just how lonely i am and playing with words amuses me which fends off the sadness of being lonely...

4. cuz it makes intelligent people ponder and puzzle and want to know why :)

and yes, cuz the voice plays hard to get cuz insecurity over trusting someone else to share everything bottom line seriously honestly without harm is a scary concept...

candoor said...

and...

i seek a brilliant mind that can find the needle in the haystack, the seriousness amidst the irreverence, the me within the everything...

and...

i seek a devoted person willing to take the time to sift through the pollution, as you call it, to find me...

so...

it is a test, though not consciously thought about at any given moment, but consciously permitted to continue because it makes sense to me...

and babbling is close to the most fun my brain can have all by itself :)

PeacefulChaos said...

This is a test of the emergency broadcast system ... I repeat ... this is a test ...

(that just popped into my brain as I read your comments ... remembering the "signal frame" on television back in the old days ... memory says it was an Indian's head ...)

candoor said...

all that noble confession and you see indian test patterns, sigh, what a world, what a world :)

the test patterns were probably a local thing and since quebec was not local to nyc, we likely had different test patterns...

which probably explains, as well as anything, why we are not together today...

aye? :}