Before we learned to count
Gazing at the lone belly button
Contemplating one's navel
Meditation was a private affair
What need had we of punctuation?
Now we are one plus one
Gazing at the communal belly button
Contemplating ones' navel
Rejecting exclusionary self-meditation
Necessity is the mother of punctuation.
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Restoring the Lost Sense
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The woman on the left has completed Step One of *How to Be Your Own Cat*.
Can you see the difference? From Fliegende Blätter, 1933.
12 hours ago
comma toes?
ReplyDeleteI just noticed that the first words of each line can be read as their own secret message:
ReplyDelete"Before gazing—contemplating. (Meditation.) What now? Gazing, contemplating: rejecting necessity."
This is wholly unexpected, and altogether grand! "What now? Gazing, contemplating: rejecting necessity" not only summarizes my Intended Plan for the Near Future (i.e. studying philosophy), but suggests a new direction for my monologues (i.e. imbedded clandestine communications), both of which seem related to one another in a mystical, Möbiuslike way.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Craig!