This blog was an attempt to reach out to the writer in me. I reiterate “attempt” because as you see I haven’t done much about it so far. I have been sucked into a Corporate Vortex which has Human Resources written on it and me shackled to its door with a sword over my head. Me, the free spirited heavy metal listening grump who spent college life from inside a Discman and several Kafka write ups!!! (Dear lord, where did I go wrong?)
Right now I pretend to handle this madness they call Corporate Training. I have been told there is a method is madness. Shakespeare said it too. To a large extent, I agree. But not here.
(For the initiated, I quote incessantly At the drop of a hat and I repeat myself. Repeatedly. Therefore here it comes. )
Much Madness is divinest Sense
To a discerning Eye Much Sense --
the starkest Madness 'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail Assent --
and you are sane Demur --
you're straightway dangerous
And handled with a Chain
My professor recited this over her half moon glasses with her beady eye searing into me in Women's Poetry, like it was a oracle of some sort. A warning if it be. A public issuance that was proclaimed over the heads of twenty odd lit geeks who didn’t hadn’t heard of Pushkin. A clear-cut sign saying, “your Armageddon is nigh. Prepare for a lifetime in a padded cell with soft walls.” Subtlety wasn’t one of her virtues.
Did it work? Lets see… I work a 10 – 7 job, which involves formal clothing, a cranky boss, the use of the words deadlines and reports and forecasting, mechanical abilities and minimal usage of my gray cells, so yeah, I guess it did.
Thoreau was right. Education did ruin me.
see you around! I think i hear chains clinking...