All Day I Dream about Sex.
That goat. You love that goat more than you love me, more than you love your wife.--Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
I'm trying to say something as clearly as I can, like this backronym for Adidas which isn't an acronym at all, but portmanteau. The owner is Adolf Dassler, nicknamed Adi-- you see, Adi Das? Then someone made up: all day I dreamed about sex . That's funny, but how about all day I dream about soccer , or socks, or sweatshops , or Sudan ? There's a difference between compression and tension; the former a reduction in volume; the latter the relationship of force between two or more things; how far can you stretch a string before it breaks, or a country, or a teenager who makes sneakers, or the one who's willing to knock another one down and kick him in the head, so he can steal the shoes off his feet? I wanted to say something clear, and all I had was ears so full of letters and words: k's, diphthongs, sporks, and cyborgs, trying to neologize the collision of them or find someone to blame for my dumbness. Consilience doesn't mean sentience, not without a certain self-awareness anyway, more than it requires to tie your shoelaces. Is there a word for it yet--to imagine what's beyond the break, living on the taut string?
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|Title Annotation:||Baby Boomer Issue|
|Date:||Sep 22, 2009|
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