The sad truth — and poet’s reflections

We’re not going to get rid of Trump
because Trump is an archetype.
Trump was already here
long before we voted him into office.
But he was more like a transparent pink bear
filling up tons of space,
being bombastic,crude,sarcastic
throwing his weight around,
baiting us in dreams that we repressed,
letting us know there were big holes in our dystopia,
the Benighted States of America.
He, or his aura, was around
swimming across the screen of everyday.
Long before the Republican Party
made him magically appear in the flesh
he was a big floater in our eye.
(Big floaters are a bitch, man!)
And you know what the doctor says
when you get a floater?
“You’ll get used to it.”
And aren’t we?
Getting used to being bullied,
lied to?
Used?
Impotent?
Used to living on the edge,
used to feeling ashamed
used to being shocked by our own sheepishness.
Emergency after emergency after emergency!
The pink bear, the annoying floater,
call it Trump or whatever you want.
Call it the new reality show of shows,
call it the ubiquitous traveling circus,
the new all-day-all-night show.
Call it the last act in the theater of fools
where there is no curtain
and no exits, and some guy
is shouting “Fire!” ”Fire!”
and the place begins to fill up with smoke
but everyone looks straight ahead with knitted brows.
But relax, it’s just a dream.
It’s just a poem.
It’s just another daydaydaydayday. . . .

Reflection:There is something about Trump’s appearance that defies explanation, although there is a lot of convincing banter out there about how Trump got the vote. I mean, the surrealism of his appearance and of Pence’s rise for that matter makes me wonder if I am really comatose and this is all just some endless lucid nightmare. (WHAT? HUH?) We’ve had some doozie’s in the Oval Office but, wait a second! How could someone who is so preposterously slung together that I am hard-put to come up with his like, walk into our midst and hang up his hat? I have to go to the comic book world to conceive of a character that holds a candle to Trump. Maybe Super Man’s nemesis, the trickster from the 5th dimension, Mister Mxyzptik who can only be defeated by getting him to say his own name backward. My point is, Trump is much bigger than Trump. Surely he is possessed by the archetype of Trump, or perhaps by some entity from a parallel dimension or far-off planet where Trumps are the norm, only here on Earth he has super powers. Maybe it is worth trying to trick him into saying his name backwards. (Oh, and by the way, we better start thinking of how to get rid of Pence while we’re at it. He’s the next up. Did the Republican Party discover some kind of portal to the 5th dimension?)

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2 thoughts on “The sad truth — and poet’s reflections

  1. Ron Nilson

    I commend your grappling with the inexplicable, Gary. Trump-Pence is a phenomenon that defies all reason and belief in a benevolent universe. I’d say taking flight into fantasy is a valid way of coping.

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    1. garylindorff Post author

      Well, it’s like your “underground”. We can make change in the Dreaming and that will eventually affect consensus reality. By Dreaming in this instance I mean something closer to Jung’s concept of the Collective Unconscious, with the archetypes being the timeless structural agents of the deep psyche, and with the archetypes being potentially psychoid (patterning agents) by nature, which is how archetypes account for the occurrence of synchronicities. Etc. etc.

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