Stupid

One of the books I found in the multitude of boxes, and was very much looking forward to finding, was RD Laing's little book of experimental poetry called "knots". Re-reading it this morning, I came across this interesting passage:

How clever has one to be to be stupid?
The others told her she was stupid. So she made
herself stupid in order not to see how stupid
they were to think she was stupid,
because it was bad to think they were stupid.
She preferred to be stupid and good,
rather than bad and clever.

It is bad to be stupid: she needs to be clever
to be so good and stupid.
It is bad to be clever, because this shows
how stupid they were
to tell her how stupid she was.
(pp 23)