Did not but didn’t not or did not not did? Woke up a rando hour in that ol’ double-bind of suspicions of activity (didn’t not did, did not’d). No sich thang ez reppytishun. Didn’t not not’d no such thing as. Only insistence, amplification of. Rigor, please!—I’ve been in a steady residency studying doing sans getting done (-) in. When abroad for the conference RE: conspiratorial unsuspicious activity, I insisted our syncopated metrics tender on the International Measure Exchange. To the registration: “Our data tight AF, Boo-Boo; toot sweet with my tote bag,” my lanyard swang Jesus piecey as I crooked bootied to the keynote. I sat in the not doing of doing what I did not. By&by came Q&A, I Q’ed: “can self-disciplined inactivity be considered inactivity as the disciplining of the self is a praxis and—.” In come Security a rented roughshod, all There they are, misconjugating where I stood. I stayed to rephrase my Q. I believed this a discourse. Security fixed to quantize my “offed” conduct with they copse of batons. I was a present ruckus, recused for actively inactivating me by vice and versa. This collabo took the discipline to the next level!
Copyright © 2018 by Douglas Kearney. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 28, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.