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BACK TO

BACK TO

I was back to
the futured
to my
old university

one of those ribald
dreams where
the basic narrative comes
courtesy of
capitalist content creator

and there I was
both ancient alumnus
and yet feeling
the total freshman

all my higher degrees
revoked
    on grounds of
relevancy

struggling in the climate
contrasts to make
         my way both
upstream
and downstream

intellectually frigid, frozen
broken
       desperate to
if not remake
at least
reshape
    the wheel

whilst the Sun scorching brains
leering contemptuously
through
    the stratosphere

protoype for every
      god Emperor, every golden
King
    and, yes, indeed
I am afraid to add, every
trivial
    trivial Dean

as I made my way through
the panoply of departments
renamed
    where not structured entirety

every theory
  so local, limited, narrow
yet
    same same-same

not of the intellect
but of ideology

servile, appeasing, without
a mind
        to contemplate thought
of difference, thought
                    of resistance

triumph of appearance
      and death of shame

back futured, back dated
                 limbo lateral
shifted
what else should I say?

BARBARUS


BARBARUS

I watched the debate
(if you could call it that)

moderated
(if you call it that)

by program host
Piers Morgan

watched in awe
the cool demeanour
of Professor Finkelstein

wish I were
that impervious to
ad hominem attacks

could behave like Norman
not Conan the Barbarian.

SHOSHONE

SHOSHONE

you were so in
need of the fruit
from the tree of antithesis

when I came upon you
arrived on the scene
slithered amongst you
rattling my
     tail off to wake
you up

not much hope there
popping gobstopper-sized
pills to kill
your anxiety

already
you can see what
it has done to
your internal rhyme

scheme and system
pretty much shot to Hell

last to say this, for
obvious reasons, but
right now,
      at this juncture, need
to stand
outside yourself, commit
to alterity, flick
         switch to at least
semi-
    Slavoj

dialectic might be just
a pipe dream
   but what better
pipe
    conduit to great
spirit do we
full Shoshone have?
  
    

IN THEORY

IN THEORY

words
words
words

put horizontally
put vertically

are what he tells the President
he is reading

and what is the difference
between a prince and
a pauper and
a prince and a
president
at the end of the day?

you
ask.me

Oh let me travel to
the end of my leash, reach
the end
of my tether

sojourn in Paris, lounge
on the left bank
become
     eternal student

many a brilliant idea imported
along with appertifs
and expressos

as I chart my way
developing the system
to conquer
        limitation, figure out
what is
    different

a system so open and

yet subtle

it can pre-
          determine every nuance

eveb as it crosses the page idly
as any other text

word word word
         text

        (nothing we believe ever
outside a text)

TURING TEST

TURING TEST see you posing as trying to be pretending to be purporting to be an ntellectual this you somehow cannot be obviously in human terms I would stoop to the political correctness to label you: cerebrally challenged but if your intelligence just so happen to be artificial I would inquire whether something in your hardwire might not have been substandard perhaps gone radically wrong all your chips jammed up too much sickly slimy spin saturating the silicon innards . making your tech feel stolid steampunk, the crowning achievement of a now distant century

ANOMALY

ANOMALY

Oh I am
    broke-ass
Professor

sadly
I am

outstanding odd anomaly
total oxymoron
and
    from whatever angle
you do look at it:
contradiction
   in terms

for what can
     scholars of human truth
do in this
   madness milieu

how hope to negotiate
all collapsed intellectual
                             context
toxic
   dystopia-bound
environment

where we must
   identify ourselves transparently

as beyond reason
      above truth

flying the flag that we all fly
ultimate of everything