What's the big ideation? Telescope. Teeth. Giant
Two second grade classmates dropped Adolph out the window.
Our ancient rising sun spews forth the god of silence.
Yellow and maroon flannel shirt with sheriff's badge
that spins. Two mechanical monkeys. But he jumped right up
off the schoolyard grass, finding himself standing outside
science. Insomniac, he woke little Minnie up, to play
jacks on her bedroom floor. Its terracotta finger on
its lips. Hatchet and table for cutting cards. Walks in and does
Facing a tree in bloom, facing him
as the tree it was. This deity hushes as it
considers suffering humanity. The Algonquin
Round Table, where he spoke. Rubber carrot. Signs for sewing
on singers' rear end.. Why he became Arthur. Why he became
the Stage Irishman. Harp string case with tuning keys. Lots of
Babe in the Egg of Blue. Not an idea,
not a word buzzing around in the head. Or did the tree
anticipate him and come before him? Did the tree come first
to stand so that he might come forward face-to-face with it?
Did tiny Daisy race to hug Joel Chandler Harris's knees?
Did Cratylus disappear into his own dialogue? Did
Wittgenstein love his language-mistress? No trace of Brooklyn,
hardly any of Atlanta. The echo of a thought
in sight. Scarily upright, sequined. Who would dare throw her
into the briar patch? Julie, why are they laughing?
Not the gown, but
the amount of clothing under the gown.
Odd that the terrifying leap should land us on
the ground where we already stand. She could have made drinking
poo tea look coldly elegant. We frequently change the names,
and the newly-imposed name is as good as the old. And then
Uncle Remus came knocking, to draw her back into darkness.
In those credits, Charlie's 'A Factory Worker,' and food
is everything, Pray observe how I gallop away when
I get on smooth ground. Paulette Goddard, look up! He, himself,
celluloid spooling through the machine. The tongue is most
agitated and least at rest in the pronunciation
of the letter R. The blessed bossy comes right up through
the garden, bearing its milk to their back door. 'Guten Tag,'
his first words into a mic. The letter P is used in words
introduced by the giver of names to imitate what is
Blindfolded, he skates to the abyss and back,
except for all those extra curlicues. In the liquid
movement of the letter L, the expression of smoothness.
He feared that by talking he'd become just one more
comedian. For the name giver was a great enemy
of stagnation, to that which hindered the flux. Episteme,
meaning just the motion of the soul accompanying
-- which, once he's bumped it off his heine,
he holds, whole, in his hands, until it explodes right
in his puss. 'Let's go,' he says. And they get up and go.
In the background, telephone pole, gritty building, a tall man
with towel and sombrero. Things which have nothing
in common cannot be understood, the one by means of
the other (wrote
Baruch, publically banned grinder of lenses).
'All I see is one big varicose vein.' Daughter and
mother, in the foreground, sitting on sand; three years old,
Norma Jeane scrunches her eyes and points ahead, outside
the frame. Whereas the only truth substances can have,
external to the intellect, must consist in their
existence, because they are conceived through themselves. Gladys,
in profile, stares down at her daughter as if trying
to comprehend her, so that what and all they share is that scowl
of curiosity. 'Especially when one is tired, hurt, and bewildered.'
The more reality or being a thing has,
the greater the number of its attributes.
'But you can't
curl up with it on a cold night.'
Charles Parrott; Jimmy Jump: cursed ordinariness of
his face. Not the truth of geometry, but the
geometrical process. And as Chase -- 'We Mooses never
give up.' Meaning, he has to pummel his new cad self
for picking up, after her nose job, his own wife...The reason
for the non--existence of a square circle is
indicated in its nature. 'I only know the polka ;
I haven't danced since 1888.'...who has picked up
her own husband. But then you know that the original
been long ago buried and disguised by people…
The girl you are about to marry has a
wooden leg.'...sticking on and stripping off letters for the sake
of euphony and twisting and bedizening
them in all sorts of ways. 'Then I must break it off!'
© Joel Chace