Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Willy and Nilly, A Dialectic

Willy (in quotes). Nilly (in italics).
“Whether when or after
or before the doubt comes,
we must factor in the likelihood
of random outcomes.
What good would that do?
Why do we need to know a thing?
Why do we care about what isn’t here
or what it might or mightn’t bring?
 “This is the place to put an upbeat –
to wave a brave baton – to order
choruses to crowd into the street!
Get unified resources out to sing!”
Why is there is a worse or a better
time for that? Why don’t we all
go to bed and get fat? What is there
to dig for? Where is the mine?
“We dig to fathom depth. Interiorly
find our way to all of wisdom’s wells
indwelling in our secret selves, inquire
how we might retrieve our awe.”
What is awe? How could we have
lost it if we had it? What more
is there to say or find?
Why seek to seek or speak at all?
“Hell is dialectical. Wrangling
over unimportant aspects
of a badly written story.
Heaven is a spectacle of glory.”
Which ought we to prefer?
Which one’s for you
or me or him
or her?
[Willy and Nilly won’t tell, don’t care.
They’ll dare you willy-nilly and distract you
willy-nilly, and then fell you like a tree, running
willy-nilly through the casual jazz of casuistry.]



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