Platitudes, Platypuses and Plagiarism….
Two-step in the coy pond next to the English garden where the poets copy copiously out of Eat a Peach, from an album of the Allman Brothers Band who could’ve stole it from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
My Sweet Lord was original too, until the masked man, behind the curtain, got George for plagiarism.
You can never be too careful these days as there are nearly seven billion minds replicating ideas off the internet, babes in the wood, those who steal their life insurance policies from Gerber’s; and what can you do but create a semblance of creativity and originality.
Black holes are original; try to copy one of those in some basement lab under a used-to-be secret mountain somewhere near Colorado Springs.
Are you alive and willing to sidestep the new ideas, the nuances that are being uncovered by super agent Perry the Platypus? What new ideas gather in the minds of six year olds who stare into the afternoon cartoons? And they don’t even know who Quick Draw was, or Huckleberry Hound, that dirty dog who still lives in a tent just outside Kalispell, Montana, near some kind of horse reservoir where, and I wonder if you know this, they sell huckleberries on the roadsides; and if you stop in some nondescript grocery they have huckleberry pie and huckleberry ice cream too.
Jump ship today and steal away in the hearts and minds of those who are Nebraska football fans, who rummage and scrimmage through the Twilight Zone and play that Long and Winding Road song all the way to the end: Eight minutes of Netherland’s bad English behind the eight ball of a willy-nilly Streetcar Named Desire.
Hurrah and Up She’s Risin’, and it is a whale of day, because you are willing to slip in a platitude once in awhile into your powered protein drink, or to keep someone’s attention, then to slip on a banana peel with Sponge Bob under the sea…how do they do that anyway, in a water world, and get away with it on primetime kids’ TV?
Run naked, run the gamut and get the run around from the politicians that live for this upcoming election; and who really will win by a landslide? The one’s who spent more money that God and they are now broke as a joke in Chicago.
Take some time to step away from the pack, then open up your heart, full throttle to invent a new kind of chewing gum again, with powdered sugar and cinnamon, or the new and improved steak-flavor sold in farming communities near you.
Enjoy the platitudes of a creative life that hems in the next video game sale on the NFL network in late September. A platitude is but an old pair of shoes, or blue jeans with holes, or something that used to be stark-raving amazing until it was overused in a bad novel or a few generations ago, time and time again, because I don’t think we aren’t in Kansas anymore…Dorothy.
Where ever you are, in any country, along the banks of the Seine, the Thames, the Yangtze or the Mississippi, steal away into the night and invent your own brand of repurposing reinventions. Refurbish the condo in Hyde Park and speak to the masses in parable, as the last great writer who is now, by the nook and cranny, on Kindle.
Wow. Yes you finally made it. And as they say: “The rest is history”