Kit Kelen #531 - ars paedagogica

531

ars paedagogica 

this is how I teach

forget the finger

to the wind

I do it tail up

no crossings out

I wear the robe

invisible

I think you've met

Miss Gulch

one word

nose to arse

and next

it doesn't matter

what I tell

I propagate the faith

and I spread my own disease

I have no microphone

to tether

make it up

as I go

if the children are mad with the wind

that's my weather

I shine a moon for them so

a way before me is revealed

that I should know where I come from

and there's a fire-and-brimstone cast

one word

after the next I tell

have you ever heard me stop?

claims are all mere posturing

an argument? – who cares?

just stroke the thing – it purrs

apple for the teacher

wicked wicked

more of those!

how mighty the high and moral

these precepts with us till we die

moneylenders are swept before

I pick up some ready cash

fiddle a little under the table

I do a lovely loll

be pet!

how beautiful the young must be

and pleasure here among

behold!

you'll follow where I can't explain

you'll go on ahead where I won't

the waters are always testing me

I go with the vibe prevails

it's to an old tune you won't know till I tell

and show

and then I'm on the map

what's the old fool chasing after?

there's lots of repetition

but the world we're from is lost

it's the rags I lie down in most matter

a way before me is revealed

(it's teaching the path before yourself

you'll know which way to go)

all articles are faith

with rudiments by maxim

and cheered to echo too

I peer over the tops of my glasses

they're hanging from a string

the punctuation's pointless

it's spelling still is king

and grammar!

ha!

there's no escape

define the hidden rule

guess what's in a whore's head

stroke intuitions too

when I do the vanishing

you must try harder

every truth I tell's a stretch

I love that you believe

believe me

I do the old stairs trick for marks

my labour's alienated too

still dark of my deeds would have you struck off

go on – say – you always suspected

point!

go on

and sneer!

sometimes I'm not there at all

but the droning goes on

I have a nickname, don't I?

so you'll know what you have to do

because the teacher's there

still in your head

you in the back row

leave it alone

you'll wear it out

I get dizzy with the thing myself

you have to join the dots

follow where I can't explain

go on ahead where I can't