Glossary(reminiscent of epiglottis  --  and as rarely peered at) of New Deal “Initialised(partial  --  though not selected impartially)” Agencies:

CCC  Civilian Conservation Corps

FAD  Federal Art Project

FWP  Federal Writers Project

NYA  National Youth Administration

RFC  Reconstruction Finance Corporation

TVA  Tennessee Valley Authority

WPA  Works Progress Administration

“Initialised” has toxically given way to our everyday acronyms  our acrimonious acronyms

it seemed to him initialise lent itself rather to the beginning of things either a robust action or that which "initially" piqued thought   not relegated to the dull misery and euphemystic alchemies of Acronenames

Acrimonious Acronyms or Code for the Knowing and Cypher to the Unknowing

it was so much litter  like paper coffee cups and waxpapered soda cups aluminum cans starkwhite Styrofoam containers stained and still-containing food remnants ants and bluebottle flies 

         

acronyms are shorthand and will never rival longhand

                                                                                       but that wasnt the idea

brevity  soundbites  bumperstickers  sunny glossy advertisements blinding ones eyes to their flipsides

the scales are weighted    the Up-side exceeds its Down-side and accords those who alwaysalways realise the immediate benefit of the transactions

I am Oz The Great and Powerful(Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain)  I am Oz The Great and Powerful

 

he might suppose they told themselves that incessantly   or were incessantly told they were

Well shit!

                he supposed human nature would have it that individuals would believe what was said  --  by the Press  --  about them

and if youre convinced youre beneficent anything you did  --  virtually   everything  --  you would align yourself to your beneficence 

                       even if it wasnt

although it had to be beneficent if you did it

they wouldnt have truth-telling mirrors hung on walls or affixed to their medicine cabinet where they could consult them while they did up their faces or shaved 

or wore amulets strung across their throat or had spells pronounced to vouchsafe their every intention

Samuel Johnson said the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Gosh!

          he tried to imagine if nothing invited unintended consequences  regardless what others may have suggested  or literally warned  but they would have been casually disregarded because one is required to be steadfast and assured their beneficence was infallible

he wanted to be infallible

what would that be like

impossible

someone should have uttered quietly into their ears  Your beneficence is fiction utterly impossible    Oz is fiction

but they wouldnt have heard

theyre too busy still trying to dismantle all of the New Deal

early afternoon,  Friday,  25  9. 15

1939,  Friday.  25  9. 15

It seemed to him there was someone in everyones life who is a referent moral authority* 

who is utterly disregarded

what was beginning to trouble him was that he was long-lived enough now to be that person

 

they came to him

                                                                                                                         

it wouldnt occur to him to solicit them

                                                                                                                            

and when he was finally asked he deliberated if he would   heatedly
with himself

 

he conceded

and only as he was nearly finished did he recognise he was blowing hot air up their ass

                                                                                                                                         

they must have liked how it felt

                                                      however   they were unlikely to heed a word of it
not hearing it

despite it plucked from the annals of a real existence

not some opaque supposition or reheated ideology

                                                                                     Just the facts, ma’am(as inappropriately attributed to Joe Friday)

hard boiled    hard tack    hard luck

and yet there he was

frankly  it was of no matter to him if his thoughts were received poorly  

                                                                                                                    because they were worthwhile

should he have brayed like an ass

                                                                               

chalked it up as a poor experience

upbraid the next person who might asked him for his thoughts

who   may very well be legit

who had he asked or would he ask for advise

who had he ever asked for advise

he didnt

it wasnt because he knew it all

certainly   terribly   not

but rather because he took stock in himself

he refused to be influenced by peers or what was vogue

perhaps things may have been better if he had

but he was comfortable not knowing

this way   he only had himself to blame

 

thus  it minimised

 

he relished his obligation

 

precisely

there was something in him not wanting to belong to any group that would have him among them

a Marxist quote

Groucho

that wasnt to say that he wished he had no one to confide in   or confess

but such were the failings of an introvert   --   failings   --   of course there were always more than a pair a few or several

a cast bronze outside its mold is refined  filed and brushed and fussed over  and even as its crate is being screwed shut for shipping    there is a sigh    imperfect

 

an admission   Thatll have to do

Thatll have to do

his introverted failings were his lack  and earnest  of wanting to make friends or acquaintanceship      outside himself

 

inside he vied with powerful factions

each more desperate for his time    his intentions

he is hapless

he has no deities or devotions

he holds factions at bay  holds them in his bony cavern  packed in gray matter  soft underfoot like moss

and because he has no devotions or fealty  the factions are shuffled agilely like a well-worked deck of cards and played one-at-a-time as they are turned

he plays until he becomes exhausted  or bored  then he shuffles them again and turns another card to whet his dry impatience  oil his cogs and gears  confirm their meshing    spit polish and shine his machinery

he refuses to entertain spreads as in tarot

there are no aspects to be informed  anticipated  wanted  or hoped for

he is miserly

he likes the weather inside

it rarely drives him out

and not driven away he hasnt developed confidantes  priests    or informants

nor has he any enemies to keep closer

it seemed to him

he managed his inventory quite well

as for being a referent moral authority

Awwhaddahell 

                          Why not

afternoon,  Sunday,  3  10. 15

1035,  Monday,  5  10. 15

* “Grandmamma had been the last connection to our past. I had understood her as some referent moral authority to whom we paid no heed, but by whose judgments we measured our waywardness.  Homer & Langley  E. L. Doctorow”