Goobledygook

“Quand celui à qui l’on parle ne comprend pas et celui qui parle ne se comprend pas, c’est de la métaphysique

When he to whom a person speaks does not understand, and he who speaks does not understand himself, that is metaphysics.”

Voltaire

I told my professor that thinking of neck-tied words makes me want to scream

That when I do not understand the need of all this penning and soulless containment

That there is a word called ‘goobledygook’ that doesn’t sound half as serious.

I imagine it: orange, fluffy and hungry,

Round bottomed, I want it to eat all the bleating books in the library that are no fun.

I imagine Goobledygook walk side-to-side,

-silent-

with slow wisdom.

The other day they said, Goobledygook came to a university lecture

Chewed half the faculty out.

He grabbed a handful of pamphlets and burped out the ink.

They tried to chase it out

Goobledygook did not run

-many loving it all the more for this-

Though it was because as I said

Goobledygook is fat

and besides there was no need

Goobledygook could simply eat what came

with the most equal of love.

It did not differentiate

Between Bhabha or Barthes.

Yesterday, I told my professor,

Goobledygook ate my thesis

He just would not believe me.

Behind his desk, I could see

Goobledygook eating Hegel

Like it was some strange green vegetable.