I suppose it depends on the nature of the information, but the question confronts so many so often: Is it better to know, or not to know.
That Crystal Fester
I don’t like not knowing, but I like knowing
even less.
If sweet sweet bliss were from being there
and not seeing,
than I would be tempted to never see again.
But I was born with eyes wide open
(the evolutionary fate of mammals),
and I cannot not see what’s around me.
So.
Since I see and know,
What am I to do with what I see and what I know?
It slips into me, by what portal I’m never sure,
but nonetheless
it slips into me. And sits there,
builds there,
actually comes into being there.
But it is hemmed in, like water on the wet
side of a dam,
it’s there, and it just sits there.
No leaks, no valves, no lock to key--
is simply swells and swells.
That fester filled with all sincere pure fluid
swells.
That crystal fester swells.
Brief Case Poems (1973-1979)