MEANWHILE


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

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

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