Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
I`M WITH STUPID
On The Birth Of A Son
by Su Tung-Po
Families when a child is born
Hope it will turn out intelligent.
I, through intelligence
Having wrecked my entire life,
Only hope that the baby will prove
Ignorant and stupid.
Then he`ll be happy all his days
And grow into a cabinet minister.
Through long lives of disappointment and experience, there are very few people with respect for the words of politicians. And yet we keep on voting for the same old same old, masquerading as the sentinel for a new, glorious future, where the grass is greener, sweet little animals caper and gambol upon a lush rolling landscape warmed by an everlasting benign sun, and everyone lives happily ever after. Maybe ignorance is indeed bliss; because politicians blithely plow on remorselessly the same well worn promises soon to be altered and broken under the catch-all banner of “altered circumstances” while the electorate quickly slump back into the suppurating miasmic swamp of social media, 24/7 televised sports events, game shows, soap operas and their endless like. Surrounded by so much information, one would think that it would be impossible to be terminally lacking in the intellectual essentials; but it simply depends on how the technology that brings such wonders is used. Bread and Circuses for the plebs, and screwing the world for the politician. Ignorance is the new black.
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers. View all posts by marlovian