2013-12-23
2013-06-15
Old Wise Tales from the Old Country, Part 1: Heeding the Signs.
The water is boiling long before the tea kettle whistles
If you run fast enough, you'll be able to see your own ass in the distance.
If you walk too slowly, you will trip.
A bird can be much smarter than a squirrel,
but a squirrel can also fly
A moaning tree can fall on your head
A mangy dog can have more heart than a holy man
If your left ear is ringing, you will hear bad news
If your right ear is ringing, you will hear good news
If both ears are ringing, you should have heard the tree moaning and gotten out of the way.
If someone gives you the evil eye, don't take it, it won't do you any better than the ones you already have.
If you run fast enough, you'll be able to see your own ass in the distance.
If you walk too slowly, you will trip.
A bird can be much smarter than a squirrel,
but a squirrel can also fly
A moaning tree can fall on your head
A mangy dog can have more heart than a holy man
If your left ear is ringing, you will hear bad news
If your right ear is ringing, you will hear good news
If both ears are ringing, you should have heard the tree moaning and gotten out of the way.
If someone gives you the evil eye, don't take it, it won't do you any better than the ones you already have.
2013-03-19
2012-12-07
metacognition
At first I was fed with a little spoon
and considered it the main impediment
to the satisfaction of my desire
for more, bigger, faster.
I imagined a conveyor belt
bolted at the chin,
a supply chain ever more efficiently
grinding up and pulverizing
everything in its path
to stoke the flames
of my hunger.
But then,
the corpulent sofa
was ripped out from under me
and delivered for dinner
Sleep Lab
just had a power outage
and the bird started singing
"Shave and a haircut, 2 bits"
UFO's are searching for bigfoot
according to the history channel
Now if only the style channel
would say something about bigfoot
looking for the UFO's
this could start getting
interesting...
but I will sleep through it again
just like the night before
possibly with my eyes still open
but unaware of that fact
because the room is black
for most of the night
Suds
there was nothing calculated
about the way I left polite company behind
and sought out the rudeness of strangers
it was like cultivating a tree fungus
by not watering my houseplants
a totem or token at best
a stubborn reaction to the premise of oblivion
an unconscious acknowledgement
of the promise of oblivion
but consciousness matters
at least as much as aboriginal dream-time
an active process requires a willing participant
if a tree has fallen
and I have not considered that tree
am I no longer of the same world?
the complexity of the immediate situation
creates a distracting bubble
figure separates from ground
things lose their identity
without relation to one another
yet how can they not be related?
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