Advertisements, still and in
motion, trying to convince us.
Everything has a symbol,
everything has a name.
People proclaim their taste,
their music, images of those they revere, on their clothes. Some go so far as
to print platitudes across themselves. Still others mold themselves to the
image of an icon, and those who don’t, who by chance dress like “them”, are
assumed to be “one of them”. Everything man made, every choice made, is a door
to a hallway full of meaning.
Whether aware or caught
unawares everything must be chalk full of meaning, proclaiming or betraying
allegiances.
Everyone sees, everyone
judges, and judgments mean, even they proclaim.
A frog on a rock, and a red
tree just be, but a photo, it means!
Why must it mean? Why can’t
it be? Why can’t things be that simple?
A person holds another’s
hand. They care, they want, but let it go no further. All have meaning,
therefore let it all fade away, banished to the unconscious. Let the world be
simple and small, a little corner for each of us, not the whole for all, and
all jostle to control, or fight control. A frog, a rock, a tree, not vast ropes
of meaning that constrict and tighten like puppet strings.
