Linqualicissicissity

"— unless you’re Buñuel, and I think about him pretty much every
day. You have to look for a way to free yourself, and he had
the best conceivable way: he just jumped to the surreal.” Mike Nichols

("For Mike Nichols, a MoMA Retrospective" – New York Times,
April 12, 2009)


To see the creature
in the corner of the screen
appear to plan a panoply
of new relations to the filigree
of lingualicissicissity

between the viewer (you)
and viewed (what had, by now,
we’d hoped, incontrovertibly
been thoroughly construed
as true) must surely

be dismissed as skewed
without its having benefited
from the input of the efficacious
acumen of an elite critiquing
crew: the shrewdest few

of whom, however, we
had long ago observed –
alas! – had whittled down
to less than two – at best.
And yet one must subject

oneself to tests! And so
we hereby now heave ho.
Kick-box all the lumpen
odds and beat ‘em. Anneal
to the surreal for freedom.

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