The Doors of the Exception(al)

The more things change.... 

For the last 20 years or so little 
of the ephemera and trivia of life 

has gone unrecorded. 

Sandwiches, emotions, videos watched, audio listened to: 

if it's convenient, it's important. 

Da Vinci among others would be deeply troubled, and rightly so. 

This obsession of calories and body-types does nothing 
for film, music, philosophy, 
other than create new targets for projects. 
(And those targets can become exhausted 
as fast as anything else.) 

If I didn't know any better, I'd think quantity has replaced 
our ability, independent and collective, to produce anything 
worth keeping. 

The days begin to slow. 
Maybe you think 
how little of the world, 
especially in America, 
has been said or heard 
in firsthand conversation 
about the years between 
Richard 
Nixon 
and Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan. 

Maybe you do something about that. 

The more things change, the more.... 

As though they'd subscribed to some invented psychosis 
citizens from virtually every stretch of land whether dirt 
gravel stone pavement or blacktop found less and less 
to be happy about and found themselves unhappy and 
persistently chased more of the same dissatisfaction. 

Theirs is not yours, to quote someone better... 

The more things change, the more they stay.... 

There was no god and we were there prophets and 
now there are too many gods and only a few seeking purpose. 
There will be no prophets (as far as we're concerned) after there are 
no children. There were no children and which were the first 
who'd learnt how to dance? There were no children and there 
was nothing moving save the immeasurable sky not caves 
nor wilderness nor dreams let alone flesh and blood and hearts, 
lungs, fear, yearning, 

until finally the pieces came to be 
and yet who to speak them? 

The more things change, the more they stay the same. 

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"If he doesn't know where he's going to be when he's going to be there Why trust him with anything else?"