What is Kid A?
(Maybe you understand, the feeling of newness,
deconstruction of what you know
I want to take you out of your paradigm.
And place you right in
the limbo stage between the known and untouched.)
When I grow up, I want to be a cat.
One that walks down the street in my idleness
on a day that is no day in specific,
no specific time indicator which will quantify
my existence into bite size pieces.
To no avail,
I transform into a fish,
a weird fish with fins coming out
of my spine and bubbles I spit out of my mouth right before I am
turned into fresh sushi by a chef professionally trained to cut fishes.
I suppose only weird fishes get killed.
What is Kid A? I questioned as a fish and a cat simultaneously.
It is a question which perplexed many fish
and cats generations before mine.
I kick and scream in its anger and
that I cannot yet find its true meaning.
Being around weird fishes makes me feel weird.
The fishes with their glaring stare and
The fish that go ‘blob,’ the fish
that have escaped the water tanks and normal fish.
They are all different
but fishes they are nonetheless.
Normal fishes make everything worse.
They don’t have the same bubbles as weird fishes like us,
their fins are normal sized and eyes normal shaped.
Weird fishes are just weird.
The kid in Kid A, kicks and
screams out of frustration.
I suppose the proximity of A makes him
claustrophobic. The hyper-sensitive
soul he is, it is no wonder that the pointy
spike of A causes him great anxiety.
The A in Kid A on the other hand is indifferent. A textualist,
They perceive themselves as just A. A
with no conceived purpose, stuck, nowhere to go.
A with tippy-toes stretching five feet tall .
They are stuck, in unison, the human qua concept qua letter qua fish
constructs a poem:
<<effervescence in block>>
the smoke Charging up
Smells converging through
Into The sensory points
Within the nostrils
And It was smelt.
Smite it rinsed’
The cockerels fur
It does Loudly
I cannot say proudly
That a good job done unto
Two gather around the
Amongst the cockerels
I suppose the nonsensical has a certain alluring quality.
One that draws you in, like the weird fish and kid A.
I remain in the realm of the imagined to seek comfort from the weird fish.