Seinfeld, a funny, urban jew,

Won’t clean cat litter or cat dishes

No matter how beautiful the cat is.

That’s enough of our close-up view.

The one thing very difficult to judge

Is how judgmental we are.

We are not flesh. We are fields

Of judgment—to which only judgment yields.

The judgment becomes very pronounced

The weaker it is. We are all interviewers

Overwhelmed by our intended story.

The author we interview is already

Published, has a dozen researched books,

Has quite enough glory.

He doesn’t need you.

You need to judge, but he loves, and judges, too.

Hollywood will make sure the author,

A handsome, mansplaining wit—

Whose books recall old idolatry,

Sacred, ancient conquests and rage,

Seduction without judgment

Seducing the reader on every page—

Hollywood (you guessed it) makes him fall

Hopelessly in love with the interviewer,

Shy, 31, single, and pretty—

But her judgment rejects them all,

Every judge, golden, handsome, tall.

He, who has written about them,

A backwards fraud, his best-seller formula

The matrix which escapes judgment,

Allows him to have as many women

As he wants, if he wants. The ancient texts

Are still revered—after all, men still rape and kill.

The pretty interviewer laps up the swill:

All judgments, all refusals to judge,

Are worked up into great adventures,

And this is what audiences love best:

The sweaty earrings, the swift removal of the golden vest,

Wearing down the beautiful woman’s resistance,

As her “emotional guard” comes down.

But don’t worry, the lusty conclusion

Will give in to a final, moral one,

A climax more worthy and superficial:

A look on her face no one dares dispute.

The red menace slain, the future interviews

Ready to go, with a melancholy ballad

Perfect for an uplifting vocal and flute.

But why not add the mad, strumming guitar,

And find out who we really are?

You cannot judge him, but you do,

Especially becauses he loves you.





  1. tomwest2014 said,

    September 4, 2019 at 3:39 am

    Tom, reread this poem. What does it mean to you as an outside observer? Love, Dad.

    • thomasbrady said,

      September 5, 2019 at 6:52 am

      This poem has something very important to say, but is perhaps caught up in too much effort to explain it. I took an actual incident, an actual video of a young woman in India interviewing a best selling Indian author who writes fiction books on the ancient Indian gods. The rest I embellished. I was taken by the idea that human beings are fiery balls of judgment and not really persons at all. Being non-judgmental is a virtue, but at the same time we can’t escape judgment.

  2. Desdi said,

    September 5, 2019 at 2:17 pm

    OM Kali-ma . . . got anything else for me to hold here?

    (great picture above)

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