[Newspoetry] edward teller obit

emerick at chorus.net emerick at chorus.net
Wed Nov 12 12:41:15 CST 2003


Can You quote QUOTE unquote Me this Obit?

No special genius needs to declare
the simplest truths, the kind dictators love,
to spill from Bartlett's Book of Tritely Truths:
Manna dicta falls outside expertise.

Every sound bite of verbal wisdom
can and will be a gainsaid against you,
negated, contracted, or expanded,
revised under supreme Grammar Laws,
riveted onto language's fabric
like Elvis Presley's cheap rhinestone costumes,
spectacles see words' show without meaning.

A machine can and will say everything
if it could run long enough, forever;
though long enough is no eternity,
it will seem such to senses, ears and eyes
that harken to the droolings of machines,
sputtering out words and phrases of morons,
as easily, perhaps more often, too,
than garbage or the sayings of the wise,
which still is not life, this unthought still life:
wise sayings betray in no wise, forsooth,
a wise sayer of special genius.

My PC spoke to me the other day,
like a godly voice from a burning bush,
in the small hours of day beyond mere night,
when light shrinks down to its fewest embers,
pinpricks upon landscapes that scrape skies.

It spoke, in user friendly tones, of nonsense,
the pearly kind of wisdom that only
a machine's mother could love or believe,
or implement, as all new no-op code,
fiery words written in thinning air:
"When O2 vanishes, fire dies, night falls."

That's all that it said, I quote nothing more.
I went to bed and turned out the light,
but buzzing words still echoed in my brain,
vision's stilled remains sound silent,
secrets of the grave the grave take away
even if their words are heaped in cairns
to mark the foredestined passage of life.

No special genius needs to apply:
jobs of wiseguys can not be filled,
or ever refilled, once vacated,
as wise humor never has a shelf life,
its Expiration Date is OverDue --
or OverDone or OverDieu.  Adieu,
Edward Teller -- mark up warded retell!

No man dies a loan, all men die in debt.

Thanks for listening,
Donald L Emerick





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