he felt set upon
assaulted and peppered
pounded
out like flank steak
by conniving conspirital
actors(ready for ghosts choruses and Greek Tragedy)
tiring him out he tried to temper its maleficence
running gradients through it striping
it top to bottom so he might better
manage it
though his first inclination was
to punch it in the mouth
split its cruel curled lips
and trying to temper it
he
remembered back to the clear high hills of his good health(he never took for
granted)
suddenly trumped by pain
healing
health trumping it
then trumped again suddenly by
pain
if he cared to really remember they were a series of painted images splashed haphazardly
on the walls of his cave
resembling explosions of himself running headlong into it or a brick wall decloaked before he could brake or swerve around it no matter his agility
and he was
he was tough to get off his feet
though perhaps
thats why It used a ball peen hammer against him
he wondered what the Greeks would
say their explanation
they like the Jews and Germans always had an explanation
for Everything
whether in a word or Most Dramatick
and he discovered as he thought
he would the Greeks who had their Plato and Aristotle ran the table of the Human brain trust had the myth of Epimetheus(literally Afterthinker) Father of Excuses husband of
Pandora(the first woman) and twin brother of Prometheus(literally forethinker)(Whodda thought)
in his dialogue Protagorus Plato said
Epimetheus, the being in whom thought follows production, represents
nature in the sense of materialism, according to which thought comes later than
thoughtless bodies and their thoughtless motions(muthafucker must have had a
crystal ball and stared into the Twenty-First Century)
(in Greek -- dig
it) Επιμηθέας, το ον στο οποίο σκέψη εξής παραγωγής,
αντιπροσωπεύει χαρακτήρα υπό την έννοια
του υλισμού, σύμφωνα με την οποία
η σκέψη έρχεται αργότερα από ό, τι αλόγιστη φορείς
και απερίσκεπτη κινήσεις τους.
the Yiddish more thrifty had trepverter
-- staircase words
the Germans took a loan borrowing
treppenwitz
and Diderot the French philosopher scribbled l'esprit d'escalier writing
a sensitive
man, such as myself, overwhelmed by the argument leveled against him, becomes
confused and can only think clearly again (when he reaches) the bottom of the
stairs
sadly the Americas or English withers
pales in comparison
afterwit
afterwit
Hammered
the only thing to do again
was to mend dust himself off and start all over
he threw away his towel long ago
when he saw during a Golden Gloves tournament a boxers Corner could throw it
into
the ring over the ropes and stop the fight
watching
boxers cry because the decision was taken out of their hands
damn near
broke his heart
Who the fuck was bleeding
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