Maggie's Farm

Deuteronomy --the last book of what us'ns call the Old Testament, picks up where Genesis left off on the Logos. I've wondered all my growed-up life why the word itself, the general noun, small 'w' --is held sacred. I understand the obvious reason, that it puts the huma in human, but after that step , i step on a banana peel on the next step on the stairway on the way to heaven. In the dream, Harpo Marx as usual is the banana peel tosser, but he can't talk, so he can't tell you the whicheewhere and whowhatchawhy. All he can do for ya is dissolve your troubles in mirth, the short movie reminding you of the short life so better get busy laughing at stuff while you have time.

Moses in Deuteronomy says the word needs to be heard, the speaker needs others to ''give ear'' (as the original translates to English, it is generally agreed) or else words, and then the people who know them but do not use them for good, become (translated) a 'trifle' --which in Moses' time was a synonym for 'empty'. He must've foreseen mass comms, more or less introduced in its current Baroque phase by a what-is-a-word explanation, in the form of a Dada hit song (a hit hit hit, a hit with a stick --upside the head head head, the head what you said, until the radio came along and let us put away our sticks, thanks to Mr. Macaroni and his English lab assistant, Mr. Cheese). That song was "The Bird is the Word" ("o well the bird bird bird, the bird is the word, o well the bird bird bird, the bird is the word").

Anyhoo, the scariest bit of film and soundtrack i ever saw-heard was just a few nights ago --it erupted from the tv and when i looked, there was a woman, the mother, bent over a baby crib, and you were seeing her face as the baby would see it, and her expression of horror was --horrible, as was her waves of screaming. The doc (i guess it was, i turned it off, i was shaken) came bounding up the stairs and into the nursery room, and the mother spun, wild-eyed and hysterical, screaming "She can't SEE and she can't HEAR!" The movie was ''The Miracle Worker'' --about Helen Keller, born deaf and blind, and the teacher who finally broke thru to her --after a supreme effort over very long time --with (i would imagine the message was) ''you are not alone''.

Anyhoo, if Romney's words can break through this our self-afflicted word blindness and deafness, and restore at least our will to pursuit our olden ideals, they'll write books about him --i have a title already but somebody with better stick-to-it iveness will have to finish that other part, the 'book'. Call it "Duetoromney".

'Word: Don't Leave Hominid Without It!'

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