Chomsky – poems 2 die for

READING MR STEVENS AS SHADE OF COLOURLESS GREEN

READING MR STEVENS
AS SHADE OF COLOURLESS GREEN

close to the shoals
of colourless green
Mr Stevens verged
close
to wreck, was
my initial fear

this I saw
oe believed
I did espy
with my
own two eyes each

mesmerized
though
the sound did sedate whereupon
yes, seduced me
to a danger
I dare
not stomach
actually embrace

and to
think out there
a, whale of a, whirlpool
Charybdis to outdo
closest thing
terrestrial (I meant maritime)
to that fat
killer singulaity
they say drives the galaxy

and yet be
a secret
submarine portal to
an all new
nonsense Wonderland

where
Hatter 2.0 and
the entire 2.0 gang

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Also Sprach colourless
idea
sleeping, dreaming, totally
insomniac
deconstructive
jibber jabber

giving
the poem such
a hard time of it

ideas colourless green
fried to a frazzle
in the desert

or there miraculously in
the mind of Apollo
whilst

he sleeps
lives his cosmic wet dream

read it here, on the page,
then tell me
it might never come to be

MEANWHILE

meanwhile
above the clouds
the Lolita Express
is banking
descending

is like an aeroplane
in a children’s story
inspiring thoughts of
magic and
mystery
and exciting destinations
full of memorable
characters, exotic beings

the speed of this jet
being quite impressive
you think you have
left that
shadowy raptor, harpy
that goes by
the name
of nothing
is the embodiment of
nothing
in its tracks, empty-
clawed, struggling
far behind

today it
missed its pray
the sneakiness of it all
just too much.
for it
existential disappointment
in its eye
as bleak as pure abyss

back to
Noam and Ali
after
so much
meanwhile

only two options
the man
is an idiot
confusing the meaning
of bilingual and bi-
sexual
(purely on the hidden
sexual punning
sounds of
language)

we have
the philosopher maestro
of linguistics
juxtaposed
with this hip hop
moron who
doesn’t
know right
from left

unless
   the joke
is on you and for
all your acumen
you took this
covert killer master-
satirist
   at face value
did not
    see his
       failure to
find and comprehend as
radical sign
beyond itself

leaving you
a bit denuded, stripped
of all
presumed acumen

an empty vessel when
nuance
called for

meanwhile
the jury was out
but is now
returning

let me see any, if any,
Chomsky satire,
Chomsky comedy

any of the resonant poetry Chomsky wrote

can recite
to end this thing with
less
nihilistic bite

as the Lolita Express
comes in to land

GENERATIONAL TRANSFORMATIONS

when I first
heard you were
in those files

I thought I must
have misheard
your name
being mentioned – –
how the Hell
could it have
turned up
there, Wow! WTF,
I mean
there but for the grace
of God, how
can it be
go figure!

unless
it was just a typo

or a mess up
in the transformational
generative grammar
as it maps
the deep structure into
the surface syntax

garbling everything we
near universally agreed
you (dear emeritus
professor)

felt in your heart
of hearts,
did most radically think and believe

DEEP STRUCTURE

and suddenly, totally
unexpectedly

I fell into a poem
talking of manufacturing
consent for a
“great artist” and
the deep
structure of
irony

thinking of you
too excited for words
flying to that island
that
great M.I.T. brain
up in the clouds

eliding
your Kubrick
redacting
your Nabokov

soon to be
there with Woody
playing it again

and the gods of satire
drooling at the
thought of
the fall
from great grace

into their
     realm of scruffy
syntax
   and superbly sordid
                     semantics