Meta Metamorphosis: The War Against the High Brows Rages On

A little while back I wrote a poem raging against high browed buffoons (see here to read) and it felt DAMN good. But how do on earth do you burn an intellectual snob in a way that hurts, I wondered? I can’t just rant about them. They don’t speak spoken English… So I wrote a little poem in words they (may) understand–big words. If anyone’s ever taken a writing class with one of those post post modernist idiots, you’ll understand. I understand too well. This one day we walked into class and the professor said, “Today, my children, we’re going to get meta with metamorphosis.” Cue eye rolls. And the idea for this (poem? short story? unkilled darling?) was born. Ugh. Humanity may, in fact, be doomed.

Meta Metamorphosis

Meta metamorphosis, the words put forth this round to the young and impressionable ne’er-do-wells who rip holes in their clothes because being hungry is sexy.

“Cute, isn’t he?” The one with half a brain asks the dreads to her left, deft at eyes that flit and fly and land with intent. “The one with the sunglasses just a little bit bent.”

Meta metamorphosis, the guy who runs the course puts forth, letting the words linger in the ether, neither making any sense nor trying to. But everyone knows he thinks he does. And they think they understand, too.

“Totally cute.”

Change is the progress of the day, change from the way you dress and talk and act and walk and think most importantly, open your mind and shine a light on whatever killed darlings float down in the pit of your throat. Smoke them out and try not to choke.

We’re going to change as we change, and talk about change, and in the end we’ll be the same, but not the same.

Yeah, it’s bullshit. But they, like, get it.

“Still think he’s cute?”

“Naw. I’ve moved on.”

She hasn’t, but she doesn’t want to appear unaffected. A spectacle, peer pressure hasn’t progressed but is just a little less obvious to the flitting, flying eye. Down in the pit of her throat are plenty of true killed darlings worth half a damn that the shining light passes by in preference of monotonous lies.

Meta metamorphosis: think more about the Thinking  more than the Why.

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2 thoughts on “Meta Metamorphosis: The War Against the High Brows Rages On

  1. Joel

    “Down in the pit of her throat are plenty of true killed darlings worth half a damn that the shining light passes by in preference of monotonous lies.”
    That must be why I feel so drained and tired after listening to self satisfied conversations or proclamations.
    Good stuff.

    1. Thanks! Listening to that kind of dribble can be… tiresome. I so much prefer a nice, honest piece of writing. I find it interesting that I see more pieces that impress me on wordpress than in my top notch university… So many people who actually have something say. Maybe not as intellectually, but honestly. That’s the stuff you remember–the stuff that sticks with you. Or maybe just me 🙂

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