KICKSTANDS AND HOW I GOT HERE
Last summer in response to my ramblings about “Diddly Squat” friend Mary challenged me to riff on … my apology has no kickstand. So here you have the logical & totally nonsensical outcome of how I spent the last six or seven months thinking of other things.
My apology has no kickstand …
Does this posit a bicycle/apology having no support as a positive or a negative attribute? In other words, is a bicycle the means or the meaning?
If an apology is in fact the bicycle itself, then the end of the journey is reached when the apology arrives, in which case the purpose is fulfilled and no kickstand is necessary. And let’s face it we have all had occasion to feel the need to reiterate an apology or received one in triplicate when a simple sorry would have sufficed.
Conversely, if the bicycle is merely a mechanism for transporting an apology, then how can the act of apology be completed if it won’t stand by itself. This then becomes the glancing apology delivered in passing with nothing like real intention.
2 Replies to “KICKSTANDS AND HOW I GOT HERE”
Dear Connie……..for what it’s worth, “My apology has no kickstand” was the first line of a poem I wrote some years ago entitled “Good Riddance,” about an apology I once made that was slouchy, limp, spineless, and totally insincere. I wasn’t particularly sorry about my actions, but guilt kept creeping around. After several unsuccessful attempts to banish my half-hearted regret–“my residual, personal, arsenal of oops,” I lugged it to the brink of my conscience and drop kicked it beyond the boundaries of second thoughts.
By the way, the poem’s first line was “gifted” to me by another student in a writing workshop, so I had to come up with something. A fun exercise! Totally enjoyed your riffs!
Cool … so happy you enjoyed it.
Nice to know the story that came before the story you GIFTED me!