Doggerel I like,my good friend John Smith....just another cool dude on the high seas.....

From: "John  Smith" <scalylady@excite.com>
Date: October 25, 2005 9:48:51 AM GMT-04:00
Subject: doggerel from jas

You can pull the plug on a computer
and it stops,
you cannot un-learn someone how to read,
we cannot divorce our thoughts.
as our problems become more complex
our solution generally becomes more simple
and here is the inverted result..
the more computer literate is a society
the more illiterate becomes it´s members.
show me a book, a computer disc,a microchip, a magnetic tape..
with no attachments 
or power source..and
i will read the book.
i cannot be seperated from my learning.
reading, writing and pondering...
there are 500 year old printed texts
and 5000 year old printed sumerian laundry lists
and there are 100,000 year old cave pictures
that date from the retreat of the ice,
before which we were not yet 
the´people´´
we were to become.
i cannot return to the mind of those groups that existed prior to these
painted antelopes or scratched blocks or printed texts
or the as yet undecipherable glyphs
of so many 
who were becoming
what we have worked so hard to become
only to forget the i immediate
and i mean here and now
effects
of a good book
or a good poem 
or a piece of veres commentary
even as bad as this one.

may i ask.. is your bottom symmettrical?
or more of a cindy crawford atilt sort of a beauty?
not atilt really but more as if 
you have two different bottoms
on the same boat.
I am not making fun of my ama loving friends.
I am asking a simple question
because quite frankly
my monohull has two different bottoms.
one for upwind when loaded
and one for leeward with slack sheets
one for up
one for down
Above the waistline perfect symmetry
below her girded waist my Mermaid happened unequally.
I did not happen all at once
but over a period of nine months 
from keel laying to launch.
It happened a bit every day for nine months
Not quite perfectly created
and not quite simply born
Not quite symmetrical
some gorgeous flaws
to shatter the 
perfection of the hourgalss
and its´fluted shape.

the perfect word escapes me
by reason of the non-sense
implied in an explanation of
the creative principle.
as a consequence
writers block ensues
and with it the cessation
of translatable principles, thus
another series of short poems
i wrote while a bit awry
have gone a bit astray.