Poem Therapy at 9:05 A.M. - David Lunde

Selfish Rage No. 2 - Karen Elizabeth Baugess

Rage for Order
David Lunde

I guess you could call it
a sort of sympathetic magic.
How else to explain
this obsessive reorganizing
of my home, my books, my papers,
my poems, this housekeeping
of my hard drive and floppies,
all the deleting and casting away
of redundancy and obsolescence,
dead files and moved-on addresses
and the scrubbing, the constant
scrubbing and dusting and the howl
of the protesting vacuum
that struggles to inhale
at least the 70% of house-dust
that is dead human skin
some of which might be hers.


Pernicious is the exact word that came to mind early this morning. What am I referring to, well, sometimes you just have to tell a thing slant. And that's enough for me at this moment.

I think Hamlet said it best when cursing his mother and her lover:

O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!


per·ni·cious   /pərˈnɪʃəs/ Show Spelled[per-nish-uhs] Show IPA
–adjective
1.causing insidious harm or ruin; ruinous; injurious; hurtful: pernicious teachings; a pernicious lie.
2.deadly; fatal: a pernicious disease.
3.Obsolete. evil; wicked.

Origin:
1515–25; < L perniciōsus ruinous, equiv. to pernici(ēs) ruin (per- per- + -nici-, comb. form of nex death, murder (s. nec-) + -iēs n. suffix) + -ōsus -ous from dictionary.com

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