CATANZARITE’S POLITICAL DIRECTION FINDER (7)

Tell the truth.  Then run.   An old saying from the country formerly known as “Yugoslavia.”

Preface

Caveat Lector

     I mean by “politics” the beliefs and expectations in the minds of people that affect their relations to one another in the public sphere.

     There is composing and keyboarding.  These are keyboarded articles and not polished essays.  Composition makes felicitous prose.  Keyboarding is contingent prose.  There are too many ideas to compose formal essays on all of them.  I am swamped with ideas that I discard as quickly as I take up.  My mind functions in this mode at this time.

     You may dislike my expression.  It is meant to stimulate thought and not to pound dogma or platitude.  My articles are intuitions for you to ponder.  I am not sorry if you dislike them.  This is still America.  I repudiate the lies promulgated in the media by deliberations for self-interest.

     Ultimately, my divagations are aesthetical for the universe is a soap bubble, an ephemeron.  It lasts far too short a duration for morality (justice, mercy, evil, goodness, ugliness, truth, beauty, malice, kindness,  fairness --- all virtual words) and belief to make a difference.  Life is not tragic or sublime, nor dynamic.  These notions are too profound to describe it.  Rather, this brief flash of existence is worthy merely of comment as farce.

     As for politics in the narrow sense of hustling the people:  It is the very last refuge of the incompetent.  It indicates that there is ego present and nothing else --- all mouth, stomach and anus, and no head, heart or testicles.

     I deconstructed the journalist ploy many years ago.  I distilled it into a couplet of perfect trochaic tetrameter verse.  I give it to you as follows.

               Grind them journalistic axes:
              Shit, corruption, death and taxes.

     And so, to chop……..:

[The Catanzarite (hard “c,” accented on the second syllable, and rhymes with “write”) in the title is an old, crotchety, intellectual prima donna.  He is unbearable as a person and hopeless as a human being, a churl.  He is a near idiot savant, and reserved to the point of autism.  I met him years ago in a college bar and have not been able to shake him.  He lives in an upstairs apartment over the bar where I met him.  On occasion, he sends me newsletters to upload.  He will not use the computer, as he says that it both wastes his time and mediates his thought.  I have not the heart to refuse him.  I pity him, but everyone is entitled to the worth of his dollar in the great American strip mall or titty bar of ideas.  I allow his political meanderings under my signature and graphic.  He wants nothing else in life.  I humor him.]

Biography

     T.R. Catanzarite is a writer with eclectic interests.  Currently, he is compelled to express himself in the mode of journalism.  As the journalistic press is odious, T.R. Catanzarite intends simultaneously to emulate, parody and subvert it. 

     T.R. Catanzarite is an independent intellectual.  He is beholden to no one for his living.  He refuses to believe or disbelieve in anything, and considers his attitude to be a brilliant virtue of mind.  (09-06-2002)

       

T.R. CATANZARITE