Rudimentary Ruminations

Something wicked here is writ,
teeming heads here rear their wit.

Wherein Knowledge and Order Meet Secrecy Large Enough To Equal Their Sinister Underside; And Chaos Enough to Overturn Its Ugly Belly

Cement, umbrellas, cars on the street-side-
See them. Enumerate them. Remember their names. Now change them.
Reinvent Cockney rhyming slang; make morse code books—
If you must, that is.

1. Necessity is the driver of invention.
(When did we last have a calm day, like in the old days?)
Someone might have said those words- his name was either edified
In a statue, or, if inconvenient, the plaque containing those words
Was melted and added to the metal pulp of the statue itself-
A small sacrifice for a bigger cause, we are all assured;

That is to say, Necessity persists, but the drive is gone. Deal with it if you must.

2. We are at our most alive when we are uncertain.
One other said this. A writer? A voice suffocated under commerce,
That is sure. Free speech sounds as laughable as the free market.

3. To control the masses, leave them unable to think clearly.
Taunt them thus:
(a) We are ever-near to victory;
(b)The enemy has never been stronger.
Euphoria! Terror! Phobia! Error!
Did those words not get leaked on a memorandum? or maybe a smart man said this,
Shot down the next day on the road like the good and innocents used to be.
(They would be still, today, were there any such making their kind nature known.)

To be kept in a state of permanent urgency-
That is the Zanni, chastised by his master, Pantalone.
Pantalone, old, decrepit, hunched, monstrous, yet in his energy unable to admit his Old Age
Except where it befits him- to play dead, to play senile; in the larger scheme of things, to play cunning,
Intervenes- he wants to marry the young Lover, Isabella; and gather riches not his,
So that Zanni has to resolve the scene, save the day; what a cockblock, that Pantalone.

With his rough-ridding accent and driven by impulse,
The chaotic uncharismatic maker-unmaker devil-saviour
Is by duty of the position thrust onto him, his destiny, his mission-
The lowly servant, mistreated, greased when needed by his masters,
Though more often beaten mercilessly,
Makes no pretense at being a genius- but he situationally, simply, completely, must be.

Here is DaVinci distilled- for demon Zanni does not bow, but sleep
When his day is done. Here is the First Inventor: original, primordial, survivor.

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