Jogging the Mind

Hello all,

Here is the sister poem to “Identity in the Information Age”, the first poem I posted here. I like this poem a lot but feel it is entirely unapproachable. Please enjoy anyway and pretend this is as clever as the Cantos (which this is not). Let me know what you think, if you decide to read it.

All the best,

JCO

Good Men Did Nothing, Edmund

The misunderstood solipsism and the tacit acceptance of good-natured mistakes as fact is solecism of the highest order. The perverted altruism of social media is a fresh selfishness and the eggcorn of our truth; objectivity is obscenity and the misunderstanding of tolerance is Overton window voyeurism. Reality is retracted and replaced by the misplaced desire to belong, pages are for ages dedicated to the sage advice of neophytes constantly cosplaying competent cognitions. Really, it’s solecism and solipsism of the worst kind, convincing the masses while holding covert fasces like scare-crow straw-men offering a handshake. The social media mistake is the modern mosaic of middling men and women meddling with messages of (previously never-before-seen) mediocrity which is now never-to-be-unseen by the majority. The hitherto localized idiocracy has now been vocalized invariably; domestic disputes are open forums, every moron’s posting their 95 Theses to their walls for all to see. Children are championed for their innocence while wiseness is made insolence to silence the majority Nixon nudged and which has now been nixed. The prodigious professor’s sacrilegious poison of the ivory tower are political buzzwords legitimate only to the illiterate; they are happy to burn Burke and Hobbes—no one’s read Leviathan, and the Reflections on the French Revolution’s a faux pas. Self-destructive dedications to the immolations of reason are not noble, but the foibles of asinine altruism unable to understand selflessness is senselessness when unbound. In today’s Reign of Error, we are but one torchbearer from adding that one fearsome letter.