digressed
* working on the most profound poem i’ve ever penned– it literally flowed in a continuous stream into my mind, line by line; all i needed to do was to put it down as I heard it making only miniscule edits– it was that good. it traced the roots of literature and the socio-political milieu from which it evolved; astutely describing and explaining our present levels of existence, with all of its complexity and nuance while proscribing practical, universal antidotes to our cultural and moral malaise– in an amusing, accessible, but serious tone; incorporating an enhanced version of our English language melding sonic and graphic elements only just revealed by an unnamed research lab of a covertly-funded consortium of linguists, engineers and philosophers which promised to totally transform the way in which we all could communicate: — holotelempathically — with each other in the future. I sat down with my midori paper, newly purchased montblanc pen in a quiet, well-illimunated space on a herman miller limited edition chair, ergonomically optimized desk; I began frantically writing this poem, my opus… and I digressed - and wrote this one documenting the staggering tragedy of the enormous, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity i’d just missed... * 4/13 - lebuc - digressed