Why not write

Why not write a serious piece?

Gets a bit heavy that way though. I mean with the fictional dimension I dont have to be precise, Just suggestive (if you can ignore the ambiguity).

But seriously, how many people have the self-confidence (arrogance?) to commit themselves in any way to any one cause? I don't, so in a cop out sort of way I'd prefer to chuck in a few cunningly concealed but vaguely obvious notions that might Just Jump out of the page at someone, or might not.

Believe it or not you don't have a fall 'til you climb off the fense so why not stay there a while and maybe something, will fall into place. Of course you may be able to convince yourself that there is somewhere for you to fling yourself.

But right now it is just as bad for me to commit myself to the emancipation of the proleteriat as to immerse myself in the anasthaesia of some cacoon-profession.

Things could change.

But what to do with now? It's not easy. Become an eternal academic? God help us.

Somewhere along the line most of us have our cake in the clouds. Mine's got something as well as all that stuff from the house on the hill. I mean. Just how much of the world can they cram Into textbooks and lectures and ancient professors?

Shall we return to the revolution? Expose yourself, my boy. Is he a conservative creep with a nasty veneer of liberal crap? Or is he exercising his critical faculties? Now say the last line to yourself with your voice down an octave and your mouth pointing at your navel. Gel the picture?

Intellect uslism and all that individualism sure make a mesa of things. Shall I change it for me or does everyone else have to suffer this nonsense too?

And what about the bluebottles? A reasonable question I'm sure.

And now for something completely. What are all of you living for, huh? I only asked.

What about me? Those masterminds in the house on the hill have filled my mind with a mushy swill. No straight lines or bright light bulbs. Just foggy thoughts and not enough map references either by god.

Is creativity the answer then? Motivation, goals and criticism all from the Inside out. It even beats sitting on the fence and no punk's gonna put you down.

But they're trying to make me what I am, I think, and they're doing it to you too. They turn us into accountants, botanists, anarchists, freaks. Idiots out of the melting pot that's a distillery too.

Rotten determinist.

How can you choose? I don't know, but do it and Just make sure that you can change when you have to.

Garbage?

Pete Hallwright