Sunday, February 13, 2005
SEX ,BLOG AND ROCK & ROLL
In grade school, I always volunteered to erase the blackboard.
I was neither currying favor nor compensating for academic shortcomings.
I had this notion that if I rubbed hard enough,
I could erase all traces of the unfortunate experience of schooling;
before I'd done with it, or it with me.
It was therapy in real time.
One afternoon,
after erasing what I assumed was not the Unified Field Theory,
I turned away from the board and toppled into oblivion.
I clapped the erasers along the way.
I was neither currying favor nor compensating for academic shortcomings.
I had this notion that if I rubbed hard enough,
I could erase all traces of the unfortunate experience of schooling;
before I'd done with it, or it with me.
It was therapy in real time.
One afternoon,
after erasing what I assumed was not the Unified Field Theory,
I turned away from the board and toppled into oblivion.
I clapped the erasers along the way.
