In Praise of Mediocrity
Didn’t it used to be part of the Golden Mean—that balance
Between heaven and earth
The phi of perfect harmony
Its distance measurable in aquiline pentagrams
A magic lintel betwixt and between lacking in status
All perfections linked to the median
Between becoming and completion
That naked cipher of valuation
Among worldly configurations
No worries for me walking down streets
To the hoots of male orangutans
Or jealous vixens wishing me dead
Clinging sycophants wanting my money
Stabs in the back
The queen of mediocrity is barely noticed
Her paucity a mantle of invisibility
To the ultimate zero
A sublime nothingness
The simple fact is:
Genius prefers a C minus like Einstein
With freedom to ruminate unwatched
And unwashed in heavenly exploration
Playing every angle
Then stand bewitched before elemental fractals
If beautiful, everyone wants to own you, have a piece
Or circle in for the kill for standing out sublime
But ordinary is profound too
When lit from within
A brief glimmer
Its luminescence spreading
They will always love you for your mind
My mother said
s
Jacqueline Gens
Tsegyalgar East, July 2011
Broadside № 2
