Some extinctions are sweet!
See the Poetry Journal, these mute and dumb
bundles of dead trees and toxic lead;
Or the obese Symphony Orchestra, the me’s
much-will-have-more, limited only
by the slow speed of living sound;
And ah yes, the Church and the Pope, this hocus
pocus of a thousand years of damnation and sin
that even a Swiss Guard and gowns of
Disney white cannot hide.
I say, good riddance to them all. This is how the Earth
heals, as the mistakes we make in good faith become
the happy food of worms.
The whole of a language is like a bell. All words somehow
touch, contain, or mirror one another, so that just one “tap”
or “sounding,” and we know instantly, without time, that
a word in English like “inclinate” does not play a part
in the repertoire of the whole.
(0) The way of thinking which is the most inappropriate
of all is the one which does not see, or worse, simply tolerates,
unnecessary difficulty.
From there, it is only a small step to the degeneration
of cults of collusion which not only condone, but actually
cultivate complicatedness.
(1) Where the climax of complexity comes we can never
for sure, but natural movement always begins and ends
with simplicity.
With the perverse inversion of the sheer brilliance
of the digital communications revolution into the dark
and sinister world of firewalls, censorship and systems
of surveillance, at a single stroke, the meaning of the
word “web” flips from “one world connected”
into “gotcha!”