dada was never alive,
just as romeo was always
a dummy suit for a monkey's mouth,
and even socrates
is but a series of marks
on a rock, or on some pages
that rest eventually on a rock
a very large spherical stone
with chemically renewing jiggly bits.
spirit
is a name for ghost
and for booze
one of those costs money
the other compels children
to say boo
and wear sheets
over their toughskins
some people like this kind of mark
some people like that kind of mark
we're all marks.
Wir sind alle Marken.
"weird signs are marks"
Karl Marx.
Cache Groucho.
Ouch. Oh.
Reality
is the sensitive
organism.
Ontology
might as well be
Ontopofgy
"G"
being grim Gaia Generativity
There's just one damn saloon
and we're all inside it.
Now which room you get to sleep in,
is a different matter altogether.
natch.
afterwords:
Kafka
Kaffe-ka
"Coffee-Soul"
Life as Kicks.
It was good enough for the beats, man.
What's your problem?
