It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

GOM: The Novel ... Chapter 1

________________________________________________________________________________________________

Humans are so adaptable and humans 
have the capability of  speech 
that declares as much.
and have some form of speech.

Since we cannot understand the lingo
of the lynx or the buffalo,
we call them non-communicants.
 
What singles out humans is the need to state—
through their vaulted powers of speech—
their undeniable superiority to all other species. 

This is what psychologists call
an indelible sign of an inferiority complex.

Ask any commuter at rush hour who is moving
less than one mile an hour but looks up
to a sky full of birds flying free-form 
with no bottlenecked
lanes of flight.
     
Ask that bottlenecked commuter
which is the superior species.
     
Mr. Bottleneck (or Ms. Bottleneck) would,
of course, add a qualifier:
But has any bird ever created
a printing press or a computer?

The answer is no bird has ever had 
a need to invent such things.
*** 

Get yourself into a hellish environment
and conclude soundly:
This is no time
to act like
an angel.

Get yourself into a segue
and conclude soundly:
This is the time
for a non-sequitir. 
***

We were ninety miles out of Memphis
and there was a hotel.

We got a room and did
what was to be done
in a hotel room.

The next morning,
driving with freeway cruise control, 
Memphis was more three hours away.

The ninety miles was correct
but there was a single digit
in the hundreds column.

I was correct for believing
in those Ninety miles
I was only incomplete
in my thinking.

I was a half-wit,
slightly less than
half-accurate.

She said:
No bird has ever had any need
to qualify such misjudgments.
***

Exiting Tennessee,
we cross the De Soto Bridge
into Arkansas.









we cross the De Soto Bridge
into West Memphis.


Mississippi River seagulls
welcomed us across the border.

They guano-ed the windshield.
***

Paul Oliverio
 
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
GOM: THE NOVEL is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 

GOM =  GodFather of Math.

Chapter 2 is  here.
________________________________________________________________________________________________


No comments:

Post a Comment