So he asks - then what do you see as the joke of
the Century. No point querying which - I suppose,
& all of it while digressing from blithely ipso facto
belief I’d never been part of either; oh, modernity,
I propose, if it really exists - and there’s evidence
plenty of it’s still the same myth it always was - a
coat of paint here ’n there & hey, lookee here, its
a sparkling vision of contemporaneousness …
Well now, not quite in the mode of a joke is it he
confides - I’d expected you to smudge or deride
the inauguration of the next US President - that
fellow Trump; don’t worry about me I reply, he’ll
do it himself and very efficiently, which is why it
dumps me right back into this sea of modernity
© 10 January 2017, I. D. Carswell
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