It’s
Uncool to be Cool
Michael James Fry
A RAMBLING MESSAGE TO THE ENTIRE WORLD:
The plain fact is locked into this: "It's Uncool to be Cool."
Read on, and don’t be shocked by it, either.
Fonzie
was full of shit, so take a hit on this, just for a whim:
I think The Lords of Flatbush was really just mush, [ahem].
(Henry Winkler is OK, though; so don’t bother him.)
I think The Lords of Flatbush was really just mush, [ahem].
(Henry Winkler is OK, though; so don’t bother him.)
YOU, however, should
not be a fool - so go to school on this:
“It’s
Uncool to be Cool.”
and
don’t ask me WHY or HOW.
Now make this clear
and don’t fake it, my dear,
because this written stint
now has it in print that:
“It’s Uncool to be Cool” . . .
Don't be a downer by drooling
over the idea the way a child could.
I say, "Just jump over the school of your way uncool cool
and pool it, then dump it RIGHT NOW, if you would?"
Don’t be a dick by being slick.
Don’t be a jerk by
being unalert.
Don’t go a’messin’ with
dressin’ up stupid.
Don’t go complainin’
your heart needs a cupid.
Don’t go a’fussin’’bout
needin’ to be free
(or tossin’ your
stupid-ass “me” shit at me.)
Don’t grind me with a
plastic style:'Cause after a while, I ain't gonna like you no more.
Here’s a heady little kiss for
you:
I’ve been through this, already.
So I’ll make it plain
as day so that in the end you can say
these three things to yourself again and again, my friend:
these three things to yourself again and again, my friend:
1. It is uncool . . . so very uncool to be cool.
2. (I tell you) It is uncool, you see, to even seek being cool like the rest of the flock.
3. Be ye not meek about this and mock me not: “being cool is not a cool thing," Sherlock.
and not “maybe later” and not “if I could” ~
Sing it or wing it like Bing Crosby would, Baby Alligator.
Don’t be a bully about it but blurt it out boldly,
and shout out a whole lot like you really mean it, stoutly.
Make a real scene of it for every ma’am and sir you see,
and make sure you do it for them delightfully.
Be Real Big when you sing it and signify yourself
as a loud
and corny loonie carney, or a Wiz.
Sell it Real Well
and leave them no choice;
Sell it like you mean it but do nothing bezerk.
Sell it broadly - show sheer Show Biz at work!
Sell it on voice and
sell it convincingly.
Sell it like Spock would: Logically!
Sell it OUT LOUD for the whole world to see -
Sell it like Spock would: Logically!
Sell it OUT LOUD for the whole world to see -
Directly to them through you from me
Tell those idiots:
IT'S NOT COOL TO BE COOL, GOOD BUDDY.
It's Show Biz! All A BIG FUSS.
(I know 'cause I study);
but you must know to be real about it, be "mint"
because that's what makes people like us different.
But to help you resign to a brand new heartbeat
in addition to the seat of our new song of Truth,
here’s a new clue that
is neatly designed for you:
Make
sure to be pure all the way through and through
so
you can be the glue of it all, too.
And now then, friend, it's time to entrust the thrust
of clue number two that has also been beset unto you:
of clue number two that has also been beset unto you:
Floor
the old houses with new Paths of Truth -
and the sooner the better (that means now, not later);
for then you can cater the whole banter as a plus
to parlay you well through the whole of all this,
thus deterring yourself from being the Starring Player
in hole at the center of a three-ring circus.
and the sooner the better (that means now, not later);
for then you can cater the whole banter as a plus
to parlay you well through the whole of all this,
thus deterring yourself from being the Starring Player
in hole at the center of a three-ring circus.
So now sing to the absurdity of this thing all the day long.
Sing it now whether it feels right or wrong, or sour.
Sing it out loudly and never mushy:
"It's Not Cool To Be Cool"
The new chant which tells us of the Bread of the Baker, our
Fonzie-That-Faker-Was-Not-A-Lord-From-Flatbush song!
***Henry
didn't claim to be “Mr. Cool”
is what Hollywood said.
They
weren't the same to me: the Fonz and the Wink -
Some
say "Cool is as cool Does,"
but
the Wink out-(un)cooled the Fonz
is what I think!
is what I think!
Then over-the-Rainbow
is where Fonzie went -
Because good ‘ole Henry is innocent.
Lay off Henry because I met him
after he did a play once
after he did a play once
and he knew for sure not to pull those stunts
BECAUSE THE WINK KNOWS THAT:
"It's Uncool to be Cool"
Therefore . . .
Sing it in a crowd, sing it shroud that
is made
"Grade A" in the name of the Blatant Truth.
Sing it for every sir and
missuses that you see -
re: the long and the
short of the intro to this poem,
you see, is essentially showing the wind blowing
us over the sorry and roaming
Sleuth in you (and in me).
One needs someone to swiftly cohort
with, to feel,
someone true and clean towards the others
who bleed, like you and me, those
in need of what’s real.
Then let us then heed our praying . . .
. . . and
sing the new song, our new saying:
It's Not Cool To Be Cool.
I mean: (gee whiz!) Stop complaining!
Because that's what it is to be cool:
to seek to be cool, to dress to impress -
Yea, even to STAGE A COMPLAINT.
'cause otherwise, why wear the weird dress?
Why be fake enough to make
oneself faint with stress?
By far, singing it like it actually is -
~ Not As It Is In Show Biz ~
But from sin to sight in the gentlest kismet
kindred all the way back from the very beginning,
Truth was always the light in every star.
Truth was always the light in every star.
"Hello Hollywood," is at best a bold and sly tale of old
and when I did it my way on the east side, it sucked
because when they found me, I got fucked.
Yeah, it's time to make it real with nothing to fear.
Nothing fake going on here.
Seperately and together, the uncool
(meaning only those who refuse to be cool)
find delight in The Divine Lights -
those angels in heaven that shine
from just behind right now
into the extended reaches of all time.
Knowing about how uncool it actually is to be cool
doesn't mean that in order to counter that,
one should start make uncool gestures
doesn't mean that in order to counter that,
one should start make uncool gestures
towards people, places, things or circumstances.
HATING NOUNS DON'T MAKE YOU NO HERO.
Knowing about how uncool it actually is to be cool
simply means, "Don't be a Zero."
It means fly even with broken wings.
It means give "being cool" a permanent pardon.
Just shake it off and give the snake a break.
No, break the feral snake of the evil thrashing garden.
For as it is, dear friend, no one need fall
into the wheelings and dealings
of the common fool ever again.
No one need school upon how it all might have been.
None need feed upon the daily breeds of sin from within,
or to judge their fall to a final, heady letter
that binds it all to a bitterly blinding fact -
for the Spirit of Wisdom doth know
the better than of all of that . . .
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
There is no joke in this!
There is personal wrath!
Don’t go
poking around the Kiss of death!
Be Pristine!
Condone not alone the growing steeple of stink
from your own bad breath brought forth -
(which means don't go around offending people . . .)
for I am telling you right now, Listerine mouth:
DON’T GO SOUTH FOR WHAT LIES UP NORTH.
My mother use to "sayeth
this unto me" :
“Sing a song of Truth out loud!
A great and special feat!
Don’t do it for the bucks or to hog a ruckus,
nor through the foul intent one rents
when harking the bark of any dog of deceit;
but instead take it all downstage center.
Hone in on this song as you make your blessed bed,
and let no one prowl the spaces owned
from deep inside in your resting head;
and then do like they do, because it's time for you
to make it a howl of it all, too, a big BOW WOW!” she said.
Be ye therefore not
afraid; and have ye no fears a' flowin'.
Be ye shocked not by what ye needeth from here within.
Therefore, readeth ye on about how to deal with sin:
Be ye shocked not by what ye needeth from here within.
Therefore, readeth ye on about how to deal with sin:
We have now said, “Don’t
be a fool”
Sing it however you may,
but sing Truth way out loud and into the Light.
Do it all day long and into the night.
Make this your plow and also your blueprint.
Do it with good intent, and with no dark hex
because now you know how it intensely it is that
“BEING
COOL SUCKS”
So go on ahead and sing that as a song, RIGHT NOW,
for there's no need to stall on this, for after all . . .
for there's no need to stall on this, for after all . . .
They got it right in
West Side Story
because they cared. They didn’t screw it up.
And I can understand that . . .
because they cared. They didn’t screw it up.
And I can understand that . . .
. . . the story of when you bare it all
or when you drink from the wrong cup,
or when get the wrong stare and things then get gory.
I get how being “cool” can mean being safe
in the stories of this land here
or in that one over there, a'priori.
or when you drink from the wrong cup,
or when get the wrong stare and things then get gory.
I get how being “cool” can mean being safe
in the stories of this land here
or in that one over there, a'priori.
Just don’t be a pop
fan, man, don’t let that be your ball
‘cause that’s how a whole lot of it all began to fall:
‘cause that’s how a whole lot of it all began to fall:
They call you cool ‘cause
you look so good,
they call you cool ‘cause you dress so well,
they need you cool to feel so good,
the cooler the fool, the hotter the
hell.
The King of Cool resides
in a Castle of Embarrassment!
Now, then: caress the hassle of that wicked sentiment
and make it your crooked-ego-battleground-resentment.
Now, then: caress the hassle of that wicked sentiment
and make it your crooked-ego-battleground-resentment.
Freedom in Truth begins
with granting permissions
to balance new commissions to the strong and to the steady.
When honesty in this painful trek is blended
with what broken wings often bring to the end
of a road not-yet-seen, one then must become clean
– maybe even rear-ended!
Be not like a fool who abandons a sober mind;
for he will leave behind all that will keep him ready.
He will not take all good things to give them back freely.
to balance new commissions to the strong and to the steady.
When honesty in this painful trek is blended
with what broken wings often bring to the end
of a road not-yet-seen, one then must become clean
– maybe even rear-ended!
Be not like a fool who abandons a sober mind;
for he will leave behind all that will keep him ready.
He will not take all good things to give them back freely.
Then accordingly:
Take not for
yourself a world with steely eyes ~
Take not a swirling fate quoted from a rate written
in a day bitten and darkened by faithless visions;
for interior weather comprised from the cries
of continual lies left unfurling leaves only confusions.
Take not a swirling fate quoted from a rate written
in a day bitten and darkened by faithless visions;
for interior weather comprised from the cries
of continual lies left unfurling leaves only confusions.
. . . and that’ll get you nowhere.
And as I dare to care .
. .
Once again,whether ye take a heady surprise or not,
open your eyes to no surprise
and be superior about this next one.
Offer no cheap wink, nor proffer anything
otherwise fake about it, and don’t get hot on the spot,
don’t even think of making fun of it,
either - don't lose what you've got, brutha.
From both the mod and the fad I know I’ve been had,
grabbed and crammed into all that can make one mad.
The dreck of all sin is the worst of what’s bad,
and the starry-classed curse of the entire damned thing:
the stinking thinking that sinks a soul down
into a toilet bowl of soggy-assed sorrow;
so many tomorrows had been lost
to drinking from the curse of that worsening!
From both the mod and the fad I know I’ve been had,
grabbed and crammed into all that can make one mad.
The dreck of all sin is the worst of what’s bad,
and the starry-classed curse of the entire damned thing:
the stinking thinking that sinks a soul down
into a toilet bowl of soggy-assed sorrow;
so many tomorrows had been lost
to drinking from the curse of that worsening!
Indeed!
EGO is the meat of the bloated mind,
the mental ashes which harden the heart
and close the door.
EGO is the meat of the bloated mind,
the mental ashes which harden the heart
and close the door.
EGO is the heat rack and the cooking oil of the savage soul,
and the soil of the Devil in his thrashing garden for the poor.
EGO is the raunchy launching
pad for the sad and lonely
soul left behind in everything brought on so badly; glad for
the pitiful places where many the heart of a broken poet
sat sadly sneaking to imagine their sad books burning,
making smoking fumes and blackened holes
into floating ashes, seeing smashing souls smite to accrue,
burning merely to make their own dreams come true.
soul left behind in everything brought on so badly; glad for
the pitiful places where many the heart of a broken poet
sat sadly sneaking to imagine their sad books burning,
making smoking fumes and blackened holes
into floating ashes, seeing smashing souls smite to accrue,
burning merely to make their own dreams come true.
And
that ain’t cool.
And then all together in a mod-filled haven,
on earthy continents
that number to seven,
the whole world had died along to the song
of a broken-hearted God who cries up in heaven.
And then Jesus came along . . .
the whole world had died along to the song
of a broken-hearted God who cries up in heaven.
And then Jesus came along . . .
Watch now and see how they
later wrote
a full set of sorts for us to read in a healthy stealth;
a wealth of written reveals, a series on hope for the self
that is real enough though clearly brought down
through a deliriously gloomly doom ~
one which is so very often left lost upon the duty of a dusty,
yet trusty old shelf of rusty renown.
a full set of sorts for us to read in a healthy stealth;
a wealth of written reveals, a series on hope for the self
that is real enough though clearly brought down
through a deliriously gloomly doom ~
one which is so very often left lost upon the duty of a dusty,
yet trusty old shelf of rusty renown.
Through the strength that
is stacked in their strife,
New Life can be seen in the cracks of twilight;
the Light of the Good Book (when left behind,)
is kept in the corner of each room in my mind!
It's now your turn to pick up that very same book and read it;
and don't be cool about it, either.
New Life can be seen in the cracks of twilight;
the Light of the Good Book (when left behind,)
is kept in the corner of each room in my mind!
It's now your turn to pick up that very same book and read it;
and don't be cool about it, either.
Be not shallow nor
hallow about it;
but peel back to feel what’s
real inside itand don’t miss out on this.
Release religious rages in the pages of your unseen history;
be clean once again and once and for all,
stall not a moment longer and feel what's real in this:
Does absence really make
the heart grow fonder?
As I wander from phase-to-phase
and from phrase to phrase . . .
As I wander from phase-to-phase
and from phrase to phrase . . .
. . . watching the world hate, watching people berate
the miracle of life with the blade of a knife sharpened
by that of a darkened fate ~ of a darkened energy,
the synergy of which makes me wonder
at the true “Reason for the Season”
and that means JESUS, missus - GREATLY -
why and how He never misses anything by unfurling
in the way that He does, so very much lately:
It’s scary to think
that I am out-of-touch, so much . . . But tell me:
Must it take a sleuth of the Truth (or of the Why?)
to find where Fate so skillfully hides on the bated
edge of the newborn by and by?
that I am out-of-touch, so much . . . But tell me:
Must it take a sleuth of the Truth (or of the Why?)
to find where Fate so skillfully hides on the bated
edge of the newborn by and by?
Because talkin’ for
real and without fear,
I’ll tell you exactly why:
this guy is not on the sly, this guy right here –
and it sometimes makes me cry, my dear.
Therefore, Aye! Let us be clear about this!
Take me devoutly as no fool of thine, no, not anymore!
~ and let us fully avoid the formality of the grossly impure
I’ll tell you exactly why:
this guy is not on the sly, this guy right here –
and it sometimes makes me cry, my dear.
Therefore, Aye! Let us be clear about this!
Take me devoutly as no fool of thine, no, not anymore!
~ and let us fully avoid the formality of the grossly impure
"School of the Uncool ”
from here on out, for sure.
from here on out, for sure.
Continue to read on, now; and don’t be shocked by it, either.
Deeply aborted away
into the empty times that make the spaces
between Goodbye and Hello happen in places
of a tasteless decline, I find they haunt me, dear fellow;
and in the long, daunting and weary throes
of my dreary days-gone by, so slow, gauntly
reaping a weaving reverie of discovery
in the dreary confines that are nestled
behind the hardened walls of my fortress of fear,
deep in the uneven safety of my token broken sleep,
bleakly I find myself working from within a mind
that still weakly glows, though glowing merely
that I might surely live to say this to you truly:
into the empty times that make the spaces
between Goodbye and Hello happen in places
of a tasteless decline, I find they haunt me, dear fellow;
and in the long, daunting and weary throes
of my dreary days-gone by, so slow, gauntly
reaping a weaving reverie of discovery
in the dreary confines that are nestled
behind the hardened walls of my fortress of fear,
deep in the uneven safety of my token broken sleep,
bleakly I find myself working from within a mind
that still weakly glows, though glowing merely
that I might surely live to say this to you truly:
In
life, strife and needs shall eventually weed out
all those who are fake; and
surely, prevent all those
who sadly still think themselves to
make the Bible
as the stake of an untrue revolution.
For to take the Good Book as something foolish for today
solely for the wicked and selfish benefit
of supporting the weight of their own resolutions;
iwould be to demonstrate an act
for all those who factually till need to be cool,
for all those who factually till need to be cool,
all
those who still need to wash the Truth away.
and I'm not talkin' about religion here ~
THIS IS ABOUT THE EVILS OF EGO.
And that ain’t cool.
Therefore, put simply: "It's Not Cool To Be Cool."
DON'T BE TOO COOL FOR GOD.
It’s not easy to not be a fake anymore
once you know the difference.
All that fuss, that inference . . . because before
Like the Wink me thinks that blows;
. . . and sick or not, any such suggestion
as that when put to the heart of a seasoned Sage of Real Truth
is doomed because that Sage, that Christical project in you
~
Already Knows ~
THAT IT ACTUALLY SUCKS TO BE COOL.
And at least nobody has
to actually worry about Fonzie, either.
(Now, that wasn't so SHOCKING, was it?)
And at least nobody has
to actually worry about Fonzie, either.
(Now, that wasn't so SHOCKING, was it?)
~Michael James Fry /
Thursday, July 4, 2013 / New York City
