Have
You Seen Such Windows?
Billy:
I read. Love to read. Good books. Books that say something. Not the
kind that are rank vomit to corral a reader in ideals, ideals, ideals
all incompetent all indifferent, uninvolved, lukewarm and blasé. All
the words, all the hooks, all the tangled webs woven to only mimic
ideals nonexistent.
That
way of learning entraps the student before seven in a world with
shutters that do not open to invite a child to climb free from its
clutches and avoid accepting the wicked invitation to live by other
peoples' concepts of what makes a good joke so he'll know when to
laugh. A boy I know taught me that. He did not laugh at my jokes
until I quit expecting him to.
Have
you seen such shuttered windows? Look as if they should open, don't
they? but do not. Even promise to open but do not? Even are
advertised as easy open windows but are locked tightly shut?
First
an alphabet. Then a series of properly enunciated sounds to form
words that are certified as proper and legal to be used to make
sentences that form complete thoughts which decay and rot quicker
than they are conceived and before even put on paper to be bound and
published as books of the same self determining logic with which the
windows are permanently locked against all but a tiny glint of
creative genius. Religion out here teaches in such a way. The primary
lock is the one that adds up to a sentence that authorizes some
expert to determine who is smartest in the land by testing the
child's ability to lock himself up so air tight no wind is able to
reach into the lungs of freedom that hold contempt and disrespect for
authority and sing out in protest in an unknown tongue against
languages organized into patterns which like cell bars separate loved
ones and stultify passions and make listeners and readers feel
rejection at a primary level of life except they be deciphered by
that tiny glint of genius, and, stripped of all falseness, be used to
open windows where none existed.
We
need windows to reveal to the eye of the beholder no truth originates
in the mind of an insider. A society is a group of insiders who by
their way of thinking make everybody else outsiders to them. All
within a culture are untrue. All cults breed contempt. There is a
window.
Have
you seen such windows?
To
live in a house without windows is to make all the world outside
dark. The brighter the light inside the house the darker the outside
is to the minds of those trapped within. There is a window.
Have
you seen such windows?
Recently
I overheard in a conversation a woman wonder why a kid like me would
crawl up a chimney when the sheriff looked the other way to escape
from a jail where the sheriff wanted me to remain until told I could
leave. She was concerned that I have bad qualities and wanted to find
a way to explain boys like me. I could tell that woman was really of
the opinion that for someone to deliberately violate a rule of
society is a cause for alarm. Something should be done about it. She
asked a writer of books what he thought of the matter. He ventured
that the public has always been fascinated with bad boys. They envy
bad boys who seem to them to be free. I wonder
why
anybody would build a jail?
