The Principal’s Office

-Fireworks are a serious issue. Do you understand?
-There is nothing I take more seriously than the safety of my students. Nothing. Do you understand.
-If that firework had gone off in Mrs. Fuchs’s bookbag she could have lost her fingers.
-It would have been horrible.
-It would have been horrible.
-Did you see Paul with the firecracker?
-I know he’s your friend. Sometimes friends make mistakes. I understand that. I was a kid once.
-I didn’t see him.
-Sometimes we forget what we see. Did you see Paul with the firecracker?
-I didn’t.
-Look, I appreciate your loyalty to your friend. It’s admirable.
-Thank you.
-I think you saw him.
-I didn’t.
-What if you saw him.
-I didn’t.
-But what if you did? Listen I’m not telling you to say something that’s not true but sometimes people are wrong. You’re a smart kid, you must know that. Even me, even the principal I know it’s hard to believe but even principals are wrong. Are people sometimes wrong?
-Are you sometimes wrong? Are you telling me you’re always right?
-So you could be wrong. You could have seen Paul with the firecracker?
-I didn’t.
-But you could have? You could have seen him and gotten distracted or forgotten or maybe somebody was talking to you and you saw him out of the corner of your eye? Who knows what we see half the time right? Am I right?


I Did It

I did it I did it I did it
They tried to stop me but guess what?
Their attempts to prevent my completion of my plan.
Were as for naught and like ashes on their tongues

And now I feel my feet in the Marianas trench
And 747s like gnats crushing themselves against my eyelids
And my long nerve cells catching the Gas Giants like webs
And my brain sad-chid-anandizing the All

There’s so little memory left of who I once was
It’s like a drop in the ocean or a pilot light
In the universal dissolution cosmic holocaust
My thoughts are chewy and chunky like bellybeans but bigger than stars.

There’s no daylight anymore between my wish and its fulfilment
You can’t get the edge of a knife between my knowledge and my melting ecstasy
There are porpoises chasing sex-nymphs across the surface of the waters
That are the dew drops adding incandescence to every hair of my beard

The ones who tried to shave that Beard are Uncircumcised Dogs
They are howling in despair outside the walls of the city
I am serving a banquet of fine meats to the werewolves and the goddesses
I am ringing a bell, dancing, and bathing in wine in rooms made of marzipan and fire.


Why Your Life Is Not a Movie

1)When you are watching a movie you have your actual body that is in the seat and you have the spectral or imaginative corporossium which virtually inhabits the world of the movie, while in actual life they are one and the same

2)There are cuts in a movie and you make the transitions from one cut to the next using your understanding of the world, but life is a continuity of Fluxual Flow or, rather,a Flowing Flux

3)Those who created the movie did so for their own plans — whether it be Honor or Wealth or the Love of Beautiful Women or some Personal Crotchet they Wish to Give Forme to and Express — but Your Life either was created by some non-human being or (perhaps) not created at all

4)Upon ending the movie discharges us into the Hurly Burly but Life Ends and Discharges Us We Know Not Where

5)When you look at the Man in the Movie Land he does not know you look upon him but in this life when we look upon others they look upon us

6)There’s not music telling you what to feel in life unless your provide it

7)Got to pay money to see the movie SON, but life you get for FREE