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Hypothesis: Paradox!
If we are not the plot, we are the performance, they say.
It is not productive to embrace productivity.
It is Tuesday and that doesn't matter.
It is Tuesday and it matters that that doesn't matter.
"Simplify, simplify" until you reach the core chaos.
"Trust thyself" to make coherent and interesting errors.
There may be, in fact, an ethical obligation to play God
(somebody's got to do it). Hypothesis: paradox!
As you begin to bisect your nights with biphasic sleep
the quality of popular culture depends a great deal
upon the charms and virtues of the culture.
When did I cease to flourish? And why? Why?
It is dangerous to think; far more dangerous than to feel.
I shall never stop experimenting with form.
This road has been landscaped, lined with qualm trees,
some healthier, more robust, than others.
When I have said a thing, I have done nothing;
but when I have done a thing, I have, somehow,
done even less. I am pissed at the analysts.
They tell you that the camera never lies,
and leave it to you to discover
that it likewise never tells the truth.
The present cannot change the past,
but it can alter or erase the memory of the past.
In fact will always do so.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.