“The void is blind but has a mind.” —old poem
This guy doesn’t have much to say.
But he’ll listen to you, even if you talk to him all day.
Stupid is smart.
The beautiful offend the ugly more each day.
Kindness pities the ugly—kindness works hard, so more ugliness will stay.
Stupid is smart.
The universal void has articulation—the something that comes from nothing, mere talk.
What really happens has nothing to do with what we say.
Consciousness of the void, of death, is painful; if you see me taking a walk
And talking to myself, that’s the poet mixing articulation with pleasure,
The hope and joy and beauty of lonely love.
Stupid is smart.
To think about truth (the void) is painful.
Consciousness as poetry is simply pleasure mixed with talk.
But pleasure made articulate is beautiful and what is beautiful offends the ugly.
The ugly conquer at last—their ally, the void.
Stupid is smart.
I was beautiful and articulate and loved you, and you dumped me.
You were beautiful but you saw ugliness closing in.
You were beautiful but you knew ugliness would win.
Stupid is smart.
That’s how you broke my heart.
