Notes From the Desk: No. 23 - 2024.02.08
I have not seen In the Mouth of Madness, but I am familiar with the haunting notion here. In fact I wrote about this concept in my last book of poems...
Fits & Misfits
There’s always an unforeseen factor
that’ll melt a nuclear reactor,
but what one fails to imagine,
in his world doesn’t happen,
till it does; upon which he observes,
Well, it isn’t supposed to occur.
Never put into so many words,
his thoughts are vorpal swords,
fencing in mythical fields of logic
—half nonsense, half verbal magic.
And this delusional vanity,
this childish toying with reality
is all fine with me (I’m a madman
after all); what rattles my can
is how randomly an age splits
its fits from its misfits,
as though a shift in culture
wouldn’t upend the nomenclature,
and, a revolution later, the norm
become the madness of the age before.
I have not seen In the Mouth of Madness, but I am familiar with the haunting notion here. In fact I wrote about this concept in my last book of poems...
Fits & Misfits
There’s always an unforeseen factor
that’ll melt a nuclear reactor,
but what one fails to imagine,
in his world doesn’t happen,
till it does; upon which he observes,
Well, it isn’t supposed to occur.
Never put into so many words,
his thoughts are vorpal swords,
fencing in mythical fields of logic
—half nonsense, half verbal magic.
And this delusional vanity,
this childish toying with reality
is all fine with me (I’m a madman
after all); what rattles my can
is how randomly an age splits
its fits from its misfits,
as though a shift in culture
wouldn’t upend the nomenclature,
and, a revolution later, the norm
become the madness of the age before.