Every Woman Adores a Fascist
Without its momentary certainties
and small illusions of clarity,
the mind can't work.
It's built to choose
within the millisecond it takes
to go left instead of right,
up instead of down,
within the construct
of left-ness and right-ness,
up-ness and down-ness.
Fuck you, Heisenberg.
Fuck you, Einstein.
We liked the orderly Newtonian
with its fundamentalist action
and reaction, its rules
against floating apples and such.
The Newtonian was enough
to erect tall towers
and fling satellites into synchronous orbit
so we can watch the latest
video of cats and sustain
a comfy background radiation
of marketing and political narratives,
a seasoned stew
of wanting and getting
and sharing what is ours
for the moment.
and small illusions of clarity,
the mind can't work.
It's built to choose
within the millisecond it takes
to go left instead of right,
up instead of down,
within the construct
of left-ness and right-ness,
up-ness and down-ness.
Fuck you, Heisenberg.
Fuck you, Einstein.
We liked the orderly Newtonian
with its fundamentalist action
and reaction, its rules
against floating apples and such.
The Newtonian was enough
to erect tall towers
and fling satellites into synchronous orbit
so we can watch the latest
video of cats and sustain
a comfy background radiation
of marketing and political narratives,
a seasoned stew
of wanting and getting
and sharing what is ours
for the moment.
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The Sylvia Plath nod in the title adds so much depth to this.*
I love this. *
Well done and thought provoking. *
Disturbing for its uneasy truth. *
I hate reading poems I wish I'd written! ;) *
Strong piece.
*, Gary. I set aside Ted Hughes because he doesn't enter into:
"...wanting and getting
and sharing what is ours
for the moment."
Your verse tells us where things stand.
"Its rules against floating apples and such."
"for the moment" allows the rage and certainty to meet. Made me hear Buffalo Springfield in my head - For What It's Worth.
Really good title.
Thank you, Amanda. Plath's line has always stuck with me.
Thank you, Paul.
Thank you, John. Good to have you back here again.
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Neil! One can hear no nicer thing.
Thank you, Alex.
Thank you, David. The dead tell many tales.
Thank you, Steve. Apples seem to play big roles in our mythologies.
Sam- one of the first rock songs that really meant something to me. Thank you.
Sylvia thanks you, Samuel.
ah, the Uncertainty Principle...this is very cool, love the leaps and connections made here in such a compact space
Thank you, Kathy.