Tuesday, March 30, 2010
My Dada is teacher at college
can't use grammar proper
and senior lady tell him
wrong-wrong-wrong, he snorts
like an Elephant feels strong,
roars like a Tiger in his private mind,
feeling inadequate but I say Dada
you is 53 you has had all of life
to learn the present continuous
and all the pins and needles
of the fretwork of grammar and
language, but he pats my head
rubs my hair, says he is busy.
And I think to myself maybe
on his tombstone
I will put a to do list.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
People are surprised to find out that an awful lot of people think that they're idiots. - Eric Shmidt.
Me want to write so bad
but no time to learn grammar
me scribble best effort and
leave it on internet for no-one to read.
Me no time to build a page of prose
me no patience to be page doctor.
Me write only best effort and leave
on square screen for praise from no-one.
Everything I write is already Shakespeare
because no hard work required anymore.
We are so developed no longer need
to know technicality of technique.
Man has eaten too much knowledge
and not metabolised understanding
stomach burn and rumble now
man must hold back its content.
Here come the next generation,
the McGonagall's of illiterature.
Disciples of illiterati scribbling
mistakes they are proud of.
I could have kept this in my drawer but, I like the spirit of it, the lack of Einstein, of course working toward stronger writing is necessary, but what's the problem with pouring out some chaos? So, there it is.