“And all the little ants are marching/ Red and black antenna waving/ They all do it the same/ They all do it the same way” — Dave Matthews Band
The ants worked and moved, manifested quick, red drones when they closed in together, played temporary constellations as they spread, as they explored. One ant marched away from the others. As he marched further from the anthill, he stretched, he saw. His march changed gait. Until finally he danced and skipped his way up to a new hill in the west and onto a rock above a river valley.
And crossing his legs, he turned inward and he saw outward. And turned to watch the ants below, the ants’ salvation owed to him. And he knew he indebted himself to them, for without the other ants, his thoughts and observations had no home beyond himself.
32 pages into Start Your Own Business. Lettuce word it up, using the punctuation found in the source text:
“oh so mysterious”: expression
Yes. This is three words, not one. But first rule of Poet Club is you don’t talk about Poet Club. I mean … all creatives know the rules of their craft(s), and most importantly, how, when, and why to break them.
This expression calls to mind a cornucopia of connotations for each individual. Every word did, does, will. Language itself is in many respects oh so mysterious. If anything, that sums up the purpose of this blog.
My work here is done. Bye bye. See you la–
Lame, overconfident comedy aside, love, oh so mysterious brings to my mind the television series Unsolved Mysteries. It’s allegedly on air again. Great news for UM, not-so-great for your blog author. This blog’s become another Hermes, ushering in the dead souls of the poems that have been waiting for me to write … don’t need more distractions now. I’m a measly 32 pages into the first book of this project. Must. Read. More.
Etymology: The word mysterious dates to 1599, according to Merriam-Webster.
Uno: “words or language having no meaning or conveying no intelligible ideas ф language, conduct, or an idea that is absurd or contrary to good sense ф an instance of absurd action”
Dos: “things of no importance or value : trifles ф affected or impudent conduct <took no nonsense from subordinates>”
Tres: “genetic information consisting of one or more codons that do not code for any amino acid and usually cause termination of the molecular chain in protein synthesis”
Etymology: Permit me to get back to you? (above quotes pilfered from Merriam-Webster)
Err, codons? Condoms? … I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay in a world without nonsense. Not a world without Monty Python. The Muppets. Films such as One Crazy Summer. SNL and the films and television it has spawned. Douglas Adams, DNA. Saavy satire-news shows, The Colbert Report and its forefather, The Daily Show With Jon Stewart. The vast Beatles empire. These masterfully crafted distractions, baby, can have my bloody time any time — there be Hermes, lovingly disguised.
Disguised or no, may you find the oh so mysterious, and the light at the center of nonsense.
Thanks for the read.