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And yet? The collective Other-ed
Baby, once again, time to thump to find what's ripe. My poetic buttock ain't even to blame. Upon POSTsensical occasion, the enormity of ignorance can be the gift that keeps on keepin' on...giving. Gotta love an ode. We can credit one such ode of Thomas Grey's for the idiom: "Ignorance is bliss". Bliss meet blog:
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Another quick reference? To misquote the opening number of the musical, Oliver!:
"Fruit, glorious fruit..."
Thaz watermelon's cousin, cantaloupe. Thank you, Iowa Republican Representative, Steve King. Thanks you so. Please accept one's gratitude from the bottom of my scoop-ed-out gourd. When one began this blog, H2Omeloncholy™ was admittedly approached as an exTEMPOraneous, adsurdist deconstruction of an e-performance piece. Howeva, our world, gentlesoulfolk, hath proven to indeed be turned as upside down as such a surreal stage. Each angst-infused entry seems to build upon this prePOSTerous concept. It finds itself - 'it' being that kernel or black seed of truth, beauty, i.e., meaning.
One has wore it out - this melontaphor. Not nigh enuf to abort the mission; our analogous pursuit of Purpose shall only deepen in its resolve. Nevadaless, one wishes the reader know - well - that she is fully aware of this red-fleshed redundancy and how it just might test my good peops' last nerve. Forsooth, of biblical Job, thy patience wast born.
And lo! Along comes Congressman Steve King. Please mistake him not for renowned, horror novelist, Stephen King. Our inspiration is the elected or 'crowned' United States House Member. The prolific author did pen Children of the Corn. The work is not an article for The Nation magazine, linking the rise of childhood obesity and juvenile diabetes to corn subsidies with the surplus for manufacturing corn syrup as processed
Can ya dig it? Indignant - too - advanced-placed students descended upon Mr. King's office with a Farmer's-Market-morning load of cantaloupes. That rind breaks it down for more than garden compost; it can also serve as picket sign. The delivery was more poignant than, perchance, intended. Although one can offer no verifiable statistics, one highly suspects that more immigrants have picked the cantaloupes on 'Merican grocery shelves than have hauled calf-sculpting cannabis. Again, merely conJESTure on one's parodied part.
Act of Resistance is a formidable Poker player who has seen your H2Omelon and raised it a counterlope. While we continue Waiting for GourdOh **, another is most welcome at the table. Like two types of dark berries in a fine wine, the taste of Other-ed Angst, a.k.a., dissOrientalism, is made mo' complex with just such subtle variety as this. Poker n' Pinot noir.
Albeit this produce is at the height of 'our' season, it remains local; melon has crossed no border. Speaking solely for oneself, but
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a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility of
POSTness
Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...
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