270. "What Do I Know?" Song / Poem Inspired by Watching Gymnastics Television Late at Night with No One Around to Calm Me Down

What do I know?
What do I know?
All I have been
Is shoved in a tunnel.

What do I know?
What do I know?
All I have been
Is shoved in a tunnel.

Send-me back in time
And motions no longer rhyme
With my own words
With my own verbs.

Oh how absurd!

To think I know something
And know nothing at all
Oh how absurd
To think I know something
And know nothing at all

When I'm stripped naked
From the-world's crutches
And so I have fallen,
And so I shall fall.

All they glorify
Are the superhuman tricks
And tend to all ignore
The bare structural gists

Of the core nuts-and-bolts
That keep us all together
So keep your camera turned-away
And the next thing we all shatter.

You are a [pre]Packaged Subgod
On our Conditionality.
You're a Boxed-up Phenom
On Surfacial Supremacy.

But oh, for how long?
But oh, not for long....

For, what do you know?
What do do know?
All you have been
Is shoved in a tunnel.

What do you know?
What do you know?
All you have been
Is shoved in a tunnel.

All you have been
Is shoved in a tunnel....

I wrote this poem last night. I was in great pain. I had just finished jogging around 8pm or 830 pm and my mind already started to shut down. I couldn't hang out with my friend that evening. I tried to continue working but remained to be a failure. I went coffeeshop hopping from the Starbucks to Mojo Coffee in Goleta. I couldn't write another word. Maybe I was mentally choking because I needed to let go of my work and find alternative stimulus. Unfortunately my alternative stimulation still took the form of a screen: mostly youtube videos of Olympics gymnastics and getting the scoop with the Russian-American gold winner, along with the falls of Alicia Sacramone (I still root for her!) a full-time Brown University student (where my roommates Kyle and Karl attended as an undergrad). I started to feel depressed over time watching these films, watching people work hard and have lives. I started to wonder what in the hxll am I doing in my own life? It happens in phases. I just happen to be in a sitting-on-my-xss- and-write-out-all-the-shxt-from-my-brain-phase. Which watching me doesn't look to active, but my brain envisions things, in which later I shall film and resurrect in multi-media!

As a result of being alone at a coffee shop and getting depressed at watching people have lives, I wrote out a poem. Something productive comes out of depression sometimes.

I can't help to think about how my Uncle Chuck took an anthropology class and his professor challenged all the students that we modern citizens knew close to nothing and would not have the ability to live off the land like the more traditional tribal people. Hence the dichotomy between experiential-interactive knowledge and crxp Jeopardy fun fact book knowledge. And to say that tribal people are third world and a typical "educated" human is first world is complete IRONY. Hence, "What do I know? / What do I know? / All I have been / is shoved in a tunnel."