staplegun

An explanation of "sTapLegun" that I wrote late last year

Let me explain sTapLegUN in the several ways in which it is significant to me:
1) It's a beautiful word. Like the "cellar door" model from Donnie Darko it is somehow rhythmic, inspiring and yet not individually functional enough to say anything on its own. It stands like a dream.
2) I have a (staked?) interest in the utter "modernness" of this modern world and all of the devices we've created and produced en masse to satisfy our many idiosyncratic needs. A staplegun is a wierd, mutant kind of tool in that it takes one useful object (a "staple", various forms of which have been used in construction dating back to at least the Incas) and combines it with another in less than intuitive fashion. For me it is something of a symbol for both man's ingenuity/innovation as well as his tendency to weigh himself down with "things".
3) In the future (if we make it), when we're all one gender and one race, or simply telekinetic hovering heads, nothing will seem as absurd as being macho and obsessed with collecting things that are big, powerful etc. Stapleguns do serve a purpose, as do big trucks and shotguns . . but if we think that's the only reason people buy them we are seriously mistaken.
4) Rearranged: UNTapLegs....i know that we generally tap feet, but this has a subconscious affect on me. Some kind of coded imperative to stop bouncing my leg impatiently as the world marches on this course. And, it's not just a command to stop; it's a command to re-educate completely.

A sTapLegUn in the literary sense is a modernistic, mutant amalgamation of at least two literary forms, expressing in sbstract the particular worldview as described above, here are a couple sTapLegUns:

-An arachnid lurch that flakes off skin and rubs in dirt. Lie-buying smile that convices aphids the strangest narcotic mile between beyond now and when his chin truly ages. A crossed proprietary wire that introduces itself in stages.

-Escape is not an option for all tunnels lead you home and every wall lept is a one brick taller Rome. Those fields you lust for have been groomed and saved, removed from the appeal of an experience with numbered days or a fearless leader states it's time to enter caves.