I get it. Poetry is an effort. Language is an
effort. Words are an effort. Reading words is an effort. A big effort. It takes
energy. Attention. Focus. Who has that? Nobody. So truly. I mean it. You don’t
have to read this. If you’re already reading this you can stop. You don’t have
to continue. Go do something else. These words excuse you. I excuse you. This
isn’t important. It’s not going anywhere important. I have nothing to say. I
have nothing to convey. Go make jello. Go fishing. Build a kite. Raise a kid.
Have sex. Take a shower. Brew a beer. Bake cookies. Get drunk. Go to college.
Learn how a differential equation can be represented as a linear operator acting on y(x) where
x is usually the independent variable and y is the dependent variable. In this
instance y is a finishing school, x is a perturbation, and the result is a
Mexican hairless. But if you’re still reading, if you’ve come this far, I’m
impressed. You are among the truly committed. And by that I don’t mean to imply
that you need to be committed ha ha, but that your attention is quite amazing.
I wish I had more to offer you. An image, for example. Picture Wyoming. There.
I did it. I created an image. Wyoming. Do you see it? The hills? The buttes?
The rocky outcrops? The ponies racing toward the horizon? The trucks barreling
down I-80 toward Rock Springs? And to think. All I said is Wyoming. And there’s
Wyoming. Do you see how easy it is? To create things with words? But unless you
can get someone to come and read the words you put down they just sit there.
They don’t go anywhere. There is no Wyoming without someone to read Wyoming. To
imagine Wyoming. To see Wyoming in your mind. To feel Wyoming in your soul.
Thank you. Thank you for reading this far and sharing Wyoming with me. Thank
you Wyoming. Thank you language. Thank you words. Thank you syntax. Thank you
logic. Thank you illogic. This has been rewarding. And now it’s time to get up
and do something else. Play a guitar. Get famous. Stand on a stage. Scream into
a microphone. Hop up and down.
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2 comments:
Good one! Thanks John.
I read "Wyoming" and yes I-80 and Rock Springs and all the rest come to mind, but also
a question about the cause or reason for something
then
a exclamation of surprise
and then
the porcelain arts of a long-ago period in China.
And off I go....
from Rock Springs, Wyoming to Ming Dynasty porcelain is one great leap. We spent a night in Rock Springs in 1995. I liked it. We accidentally went through a red light but the state patrolman was nice enough to realize it was an accident and didn't give us a ticket. I still vividly remember listening to the Grateful Dead on the clock radio during the night and for the first time ever really appreciating The Dead. I believe it required Wyoming to bring me to the conclusion that Jerry Garcia was a wonderful guitarist. I wonder if he collected Chinese porcelain.
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