…ology isn’t always necessary. I appreciate; its, as we all know yet want no more – as most happily advertise. Don’t chuck the baby out. She’s not yet grown. Intelligences increasingly displaced by intelligences; and the clever ones shriek, yet insist on splitting still, whether spliced right across or inscribed on the vertical. Let the doublings flower; propagation and movement. Scaped, scoped, and scraped; demanding a method, until all we could say was, can’t you get my name right? Ideology refused, dressed in calcified boots and focused instead on our innards; cognitive offloading was never new. What did you do when the soil that toiled the land/less and lord or slide? We wrote back to front and inside out, lamenting reason’s loss until it returned on a smartphone. And we could have learned; our bottle-bottom glasses perched above ‘Now well’ before they knelt for half an empty day.
It was never dead. But perhaps the lily ought.
January 2025
