Scholastic Carcinogens

By Elias Sassoon

The collection begins in high school, but ends somewhere else in life. We begin with this: “Experiences as a Substitute Teacher. Public high school of higher education but never higher than God. Sitting there, the pedagogue without authority real. Never seeking the real authority. Taking attendance. Giving assignments. Sitting there. Looking up at the ceiling, Sitting there. Students sit. Ignore. Time goes. Sitting there, students. Past and present. Sitting there. Writing the poems of the displaced, poems of: The tired, The bored, The alienated, The dysfunctional. Alienated.” Another excerpt: “Barbed wire. Invention of meticulous quality superimposed upon placid fallacies that move the human spirit toward predestination theocracy. Barbed wire. Invented for? Cows out there in the pasture. Sheep. God. Humans. Barbed wire. Invented why? To keep out. To push out. To prevent. Barbed wire to have and to hold. Holding in ideas and various manifestations of grandeur. Barbed. Painful. Hurtful.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781304931290

Elias Sassoon

Elias Sassoon is the author of approximately, roughly, terminally twenty-five works that include short story collections, novels, poetry collections and non-fiction, essay collections. While producing his writing by night, he has earned his daily wage in honest labor that ranges from professions like teacher/bathroom attendant to a door-to-door bible salesman/fish cleaner and everything in between. Elias continues to work hard, grinding out the words and turning them into literary gems, or if you prefer, literary pearls of wisdom. He lives with his wife, two children and a dog-named Brandon in a suburban area in the vicinity of the great Metropolis known as New York City. There he prepares barbecue dinners for neighbors and friends, roams the area for yard sales, watches flies and other moving insect life die in his backward where he also sits on a metal beach chair deciding on the future of the world as we know it.

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Scholastic Carcinogens

Scholastic Carcinogens Pickled & Stored In Pernicious Poisoned Bottles

Poems by Elias Sassoon

Scholastic Carcinogens Pickled & Stored In Pernicious Poisoned Bottles

ISBN: 978-1-304-93129-0

Copyright © 2014  by Elias Sassoon

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or, other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage  or retrieval systems, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. This is a work of non-fiction.

First Printing: May 2014

Dedication

To a friend and lover of the poetic, Claude Miller. You are a  renaissance man, a man of the technological age who has not forgotten the remarkable diversity of the past while keeping an eye on the vision of the future.

Table Of Contents

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1 - MIND JUMPING WHILE SCHOOL IS A-THUMPING

CHAPTER 2 - BRAIN DEPRESSANTS

CHAPTER 3 - WORLDLY CONCLUSIONS ABOUT CONCLUSIONS

CHAPTER 4 - ME, THE WORLD, AND VARIOUS OTHER CONNECTING ELEMENTS

CHAPTER 5 - CRUELTY BLENDED INTO GOURMET COOKING BY NOT BY A GOURMET

CHAPTER 6 - LIVE SHAPES MEETING THE EYE

CHAPTER 7 - DECIPHERING PAST MOMENTS INTO THE PRESENT MANIA

CHAPTER 8 - EXPLORING FEATURES OF BREATHE AND LIMB

CHAPTER 9 - MICROSCOPE EVALUATIONS ONE CELL AT A TIME

CHAPTER 10 - END OF THAT OR BYE-BYE TO YOU

Scholastic Carcinogens

PREFACE

Experiences as a Substitute Teacher

Baldwin, in New York

Public high school of higher education but never higher than God.

Sitting there, the pedagogue without authority real.

Never seeking the real authority,

Never seeking the real mind of youth,

Never seeking to educate the youthful offender.

Substitute teacher, fill in with time to spare.

Time.

Taking attendance

Giving assignments.

Sitting there.

Looking up at the ceiling,

Sitting there.

Giving a test or two.

Sitting there.

Students sit.

Ignore

Time goes.

Sitting there, students.

Past and present

Teacher sits.

Substitute sits.

Looking at the ceiling,

Sits.

Time dragging.

Substitute dragging.

Substitute writing.

Substitute sitting up there writing,

Writing and ignoring the student body before him,

Student body ignoring him.

Sitting there.

Writing the poems of the displaced,

Poems of

The tired,

The bored,

The alienated,

The dysfunctional.

Substitute Teacher in the town of Baldwin in the State of New York,

Sitting there.

Period after period.

Day following day.

Authority-less,

The educated fool,

No clue.

Sitting.

Students sitting.

Substitute.

Write,

Poetry.

For lack of an alternative.

Alienated.

Time passing.

Sitting.

Assignments given.

Assignments ignored.

Students ignore.

Day into more days.

Activity of mind

Alternative to bitterness complete.

CHAPTER 1 - MIND JUMPING WHILE SCHOOL IS A-THUMPING

A man, color of molecules that are colorless,

a man maintained in his own mind, a mind of amorphous molecules that are slightly acerbic in taste,

free falling, a man,

free winding,

traveling, the man, somewhere in the boundless energy of time and space,

traveling, where is the end?

Endless repercussions, free flight to free fall,

Where is the ground to break the fall?

Free falling tree that is free from all.

Answers within.

&   &   &   &

Getting to the spot,

The patch of earth between time won and time past.

Wondering how,

Wondering why, the reason for the spot,

That patch of blotted infamy, wondering like an intellectual Freudian infused with neurotic thoughts of blighted perversion.

Can't determine spot.

Can't determine placement.

Does that spell doom.

Stay tuned.

&   &   &   &

Dark wood room

Darkened room

Darkened like the tomb of the unknown soldier returned from the dead only in a dream of the dead.

Dreaming, the room?

Dreaming the people?

Significance to me?

Attachment to me?

Considerations of the mind in the eye of the beholder of prehensile mutations of early cave dwellers.

These people in the darkness, strangers to the flesh,

Strangers, as in unknowns with unknown qualities of dispositions,

Strangers like suburban neighbors cultivating their laws and their materialist dreams of acquisitions of tag sale items.

Strangers in the mind.

Darkened room, but never a darkened womb.

The womb's the place you belong, dark womb made up of walls of living cells and refreshing umbilical cords.

Dark room, just slabs of concrete, unoriginal paintings and window pains that are smothered in the soot of day and night.

Don't belong, dark room.

To the womb then, hurry.

&   &   &   &

Places on earth,

Individual spots created in the minds of intelligent mammals that walk upright through forests and meadows.

Places on earth, matter of my mind,

Whose mind?

My mind, that flammable element encapsulated in a skull made of calcium and other assorted mineral groups.

One place, a unity of one but not in the monotheistic lingo of sectarians and other fanatic elements throwing dogma to the wolves,

Unity of place, one place on earth,

No place, not really, which is a mental condition I choose to linger within, the denial of place, one place.

I bear no place.

Place, one, unity of one but never in a monotheistic vision,

Place, a denial to my mind.

Mirage, a teaching of desert people to the idea of one place

Illusions within alluvial planes and primordial forests,

Illusions of one place.

Yes? No?

Devoid of reaction.

The placement is singular.

&   &   &   &

What a joke,

As in farce,

As in appalling take on life in the all natural state,

Joke, as in humor-less attempt to laugh at the humor-less,

Controlling the situation such a joke,

Controlling, a reaction to the powerless nature of the situation and your place within it.

Controlling the life,

The life controlled,

Joke time,

Life not controlled through a joke,

Never controlled through effort,

Through a will to life,

Uncontrollable - life not controlled.

Control like the factory controlling the output of shoes or the output of machine parts or the output of cars, no, not this control, metaphysical control of the hidden not the apparent.

Haphazard,

Can't control the uncontrollable, the un-stampable, the un-schedule, the un-stoppable.

Haphazard, moving like a universe,

Somewhere

Nobody at the controls but the power of precious thought sinking in the west.

No control

Metaphysical thoughts

Mine.

Let it go.

Control,

Unattainable ambition

Give it up.

Unattainable.

Surrender.

The controller speaks to the uncontrolled.

Peace be upon thee.

&   &   &   &

When do I stop thinking about my own destiny?

Question for the audience out there, people, billions of you,

Workers along the road of death and destruction from the natural processes of aging.

When do I stop thinking of my place?

Place, a position between Broadway and China on the road to Singapore.

When?

Stop?

Thinking?

Thinking, what am I supposed to be doing?

Stop thinking.

When?

Thinking to go along with waiting and expecting and questioning.

Waiting to be pointed in a direction, a direction that lands somewhere along the map of the world created during the renaissance in the middle ages of human history.

Waiting.

Now.

What is my destiny?

Waiting.

No more. Unbearable surges of pain thrust into the face of a man suffering from ideas that are akin to bubonic plague suffered from petting a rat that is mankind.

Destiny.

Don't care.

Waiting.

No.

Destiny,

What you're supposed to do?

Supposed as in ambition and direction and manifestations of others thoughts for you, other efforts to control your motion.

Horror.

Thoughts, thinking, destiny,

Come up with a direction on the map, north or east or west or south, your direction.

Too heavy!

Too complicated.

Too wasteful, filling everything up with the waste of time and space in a garbage dumb filled with carbonic acid and carbon monoxide and various other catalytic converters.

Wait no more.

Direction no more.

Thought no more.

Peace brother or at least absence of malice in the form of brain waves passing through the void of timeless dimension.

&   &   &   &

Forgetting for now,

The process of not remembering the particulars from sunrise to sunset,

Forgetting,

The process of not remembering particulars between the conscious and the not so conscious.

Forgetting the moment.

Forgetting, as in survival technique,

Surviving moments gone by. Surviving, the process of remaining alive on earth on an individual basis of being an individual.

Moments gone by, forgetting the incidents and the faces behind them.

Forgetting, towards thoughts of annihilation by the moment.

What did you say?

&   &   &   &

The bright side, not the daylight hours in particular,

The metaphysical bright side, the mind of the side that is bright or portrays itself as so.

Two or three or five, or eight, or twelve, or two, ending the day, or, or, or,

Is the day endless, beyond the scope of the sleep state or any state known to the mind of the human species.

Beyond light and darkness?

Day, never ending pattern of consciousness foisted upon the human species by unspeakable elements of charred infidelities.

Day, never ending sight and sound, the bright side, a mental approach.

Endless!

&   &   &   &

Bad day at Black Rock or just bad day anywhere,

Day with an absence of meaning or the absence of welcomed infusions of joy pertaining to the fluctuations of daily life.

Dirty

Scummy

Outside

Bad day minus the good day.

Physically bad,

Weather reports bleak,

Mental reports worse

Cold

Rain

Outside

Inside

Outside, harsh, conditions, miserable as in the absence of the smiles of American advertisers pushing there products through the spectrum of multimedia presentations.

Harsh,

Bitter

Outside

Inside

Bad, miserable, horrid, horrendous.

Thoughts, mine, morning, day,

Thoughts, bad inside and out, absences of joy and life accreditation.

Thoughts, mine, morning, bad.

One thought,

Day, a prayer, the object of looking up and hoping,

The day, I am dead, the body, but not in the literal sense of graves and graveyards, and tombs and coffins and urns and various other bric-a-brac, not in such simulated ways as these.

Day with the day, bad, miserable, a prayer upwards.

I am dead but the body doesn't go into the ground, today, this day,

Day of misery, outside, inside.

Body not in ground.

Day, misery.

Body, ground, no. Misery.

Cemetery preserved for the restitution of the undead.

&   &   &   &

Dismal day, dismal as defined as absence of Turkish delight in the harem of the Turkish Sultan or an approximation thereof.

Dismal day, not in the harem being fondled by concubines of all nations,

Dismal day as defined by an absence of fair maidens at the country fair.

Dismal day,

Dismal, as in the burning into the flesh,

The dissolving of it, removing the skin,

Sending the skin to hell.

Dismal.

Day, dismal, burning within and without it.

Day, dismal, death as the long and short of it.

Burning to death imagining furnaces in the sky or in an oven located in the depths of pyramids long sanded over.

Dismal as in day.

Get the day away from me, away from my skin which was invented by a