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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
things i have learned
When I was young I was told, who wasn't, you can do anything you want to. And I heard some guys say, I'll try anything once. Once my teacher asked, would you jump off a bridge if everyone else was doing it? I said no, of course, but then when everyone did, I followed.
You know what I mean. You see, just because someone says something is so, doesn't mean we'll believe it...until we see for ourselves. That's why I made love to the hairy manilla Angora carnivorous rope bridge creature of the Alps. Now here I am, reporting from the afterlife—yes there is one, but it is different for everyone—don't try it; I tried it, and I didn't like it, and some mistakes you just can't take back. But hey, if you don't believe me, I can draw you a map.
I had a book and a bottle of wine, which I gathered and took to the rooftop balcony one evening. The sky was calm, but there was a hint of the baby weather god's teeth in the air...it was nippy. Fancy that, a great big space peppered with lounge chairs and little tables, and just me, alone with a book and chilled libations. Not a bad gig, and I picked the first available seat overlooking the street and plopped into it. Book in lap, bottle in hand—oops, no glass. Go figure.
If you are very still, if you concentrate very hard, if you let the moment take you where it will, a dimension very near will swallow you up; you can exist in both your own, and an alien place that is like and unlike at once. It is strange but comforting, until the moment becomes real. The willpower it takes to break free may very well elude you—you must be very strong to try this or you will go insane and not even know why. I know people who've done this—so might you; they live in two different worlds and the variance is ripping their souls into ragged fragments that float like paper ash and gather in corners to disintegrate.
Yesterday I reached into a sock drawer and shook hands with myself. I was wearing a pith helmet and had a cheetah draped over one shoulder. I was so shocked that when I recoiled, I forgot to leave go of my hand and pulled from the drawer a mismatched pair of tube socks unmistakeably from the year 1975.
I drank straight from the bottle and after half was gone my interest in the book I'd brought along had migrated. Laying my book to one side, on the little coffee table, it seemed to be a resting bird. And indeed it became one, flitting off the table and fluttering close by. I stood and staggered, then followed the bird-book to the edge of the balcony, where naturally it flew from and beckoned for me to follow. The words of my teacher came back to me, and wisdom of my years warned me, but an interdimensionality cured me of my doubts and I took to the sky.
I'm not sure in which drawer I delved into the seedy lifestyle of the Angoran, and as I plummeted I wondered on my sanity, but life is full of surprises, and the ground is merely a fast stop on the merry-go-round of tomorrow's yesterday. My disco socks prove that.
I wondered which me would wear them tomorrow.
You know what I mean. You see, just because someone says something is so, doesn't mean we'll believe it...until we see for ourselves. That's why I made love to the hairy manilla Angora carnivorous rope bridge creature of the Alps. Now here I am, reporting from the afterlife—yes there is one, but it is different for everyone—don't try it; I tried it, and I didn't like it, and some mistakes you just can't take back. But hey, if you don't believe me, I can draw you a map.
I had a book and a bottle of wine, which I gathered and took to the rooftop balcony one evening. The sky was calm, but there was a hint of the baby weather god's teeth in the air...it was nippy. Fancy that, a great big space peppered with lounge chairs and little tables, and just me, alone with a book and chilled libations. Not a bad gig, and I picked the first available seat overlooking the street and plopped into it. Book in lap, bottle in hand—oops, no glass. Go figure.
If you are very still, if you concentrate very hard, if you let the moment take you where it will, a dimension very near will swallow you up; you can exist in both your own, and an alien place that is like and unlike at once. It is strange but comforting, until the moment becomes real. The willpower it takes to break free may very well elude you—you must be very strong to try this or you will go insane and not even know why. I know people who've done this—so might you; they live in two different worlds and the variance is ripping their souls into ragged fragments that float like paper ash and gather in corners to disintegrate.
Yesterday I reached into a sock drawer and shook hands with myself. I was wearing a pith helmet and had a cheetah draped over one shoulder. I was so shocked that when I recoiled, I forgot to leave go of my hand and pulled from the drawer a mismatched pair of tube socks unmistakeably from the year 1975.
I drank straight from the bottle and after half was gone my interest in the book I'd brought along had migrated. Laying my book to one side, on the little coffee table, it seemed to be a resting bird. And indeed it became one, flitting off the table and fluttering close by. I stood and staggered, then followed the bird-book to the edge of the balcony, where naturally it flew from and beckoned for me to follow. The words of my teacher came back to me, and wisdom of my years warned me, but an interdimensionality cured me of my doubts and I took to the sky.
I'm not sure in which drawer I delved into the seedy lifestyle of the Angoran, and as I plummeted I wondered on my sanity, but life is full of surprises, and the ground is merely a fast stop on the merry-go-round of tomorrow's yesterday. My disco socks prove that.
I wondered which me would wear them tomorrow.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
another headache
**ring
**ring
Mmm, good morning?
Oh, who? Oh, hello.
...yes. Yes, I'm glad you enjoyed that. Yes. Me too.
Well, yes. Yes, it was fun, and it was interesting.
That's not a bad thing—you know interesting is a good descriptive word...you don't have to take offense at my choice of words.
Alright, then it was fun...and. Um. Fun and educating.
Yea, I learned a lot. I learned stuff I never knew.
Right, that was definitely a first. Me too. You see? Interesting. Right, now you get it.
First off, let me say, I had no intention of ever calling you.
No, I don't want to have lunch. Or breakfast. God no!
Please stop, right there. You misunderstood. I said I didn't want to have breakfast.
Ha ha.
I see your point.
No. No. Sorry, I don't want to have lunch.
I'm not much of a coffee drinker either.
Wine? You're kidding, right?
I realize that. Yes, last night.
I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression.
Well, it was your idea, remember? Of course. Yes I know...I didn't say no. True.
Well, I didn't want you to feel bad...I just kind of thought you'd...
What? No, I certainly don't want to upgrade.
I'm happy with my current arrangement.
Yes, yes. Exactly—we've been together for a good twenty years.
Ha...well, no. don't believe that means it's time for a change. No, I don't want you to call for me.
Later? Next week? No, I don't think I'll be changing my mind.
Ah, sure, whatever, if it makes you feel better. No, I won't just throw it away.
O.K. Sure.
No no, I'm sorry, no.
Yes, I am sure your automobile insurance is top rate, but you see, I just am not interested.
Yes, thank you for the pamphlet and the pencil—you're too kind. No, I don't need life insurance either.
**click.
**ring
**ring
**ring
sonofabitch, shit!
**ring
Mmm, good morning?
Oh, who? Oh, hello.
...yes. Yes, I'm glad you enjoyed that. Yes. Me too.
Well, yes. Yes, it was fun, and it was interesting.
That's not a bad thing—you know interesting is a good descriptive word...you don't have to take offense at my choice of words.
Alright, then it was fun...and. Um. Fun and educating.
Yea, I learned a lot. I learned stuff I never knew.
Right, that was definitely a first. Me too. You see? Interesting. Right, now you get it.
First off, let me say, I had no intention of ever calling you.
No, I don't want to have lunch. Or breakfast. God no!
Please stop, right there. You misunderstood. I said I didn't want to have breakfast.
Ha ha.
I see your point.
No. No. Sorry, I don't want to have lunch.
I'm not much of a coffee drinker either.
Wine? You're kidding, right?
I realize that. Yes, last night.
I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression.
Well, it was your idea, remember? Of course. Yes I know...I didn't say no. True.
Well, I didn't want you to feel bad...I just kind of thought you'd...
What? No, I certainly don't want to upgrade.
I'm happy with my current arrangement.
Yes, yes. Exactly—we've been together for a good twenty years.
Ha...well, no. don't believe that means it's time for a change. No, I don't want you to call for me.
Later? Next week? No, I don't think I'll be changing my mind.
Ah, sure, whatever, if it makes you feel better. No, I won't just throw it away.
O.K. Sure.
No no, I'm sorry, no.
Yes, I am sure your automobile insurance is top rate, but you see, I just am not interested.
Yes, thank you for the pamphlet and the pencil—you're too kind. No, I don't need life insurance either.
**click.
**ring
**ring
**ring
sonofabitch, shit!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Tom & Dinosaur Hand
Dinosaur Hand: when did we watch this movie, this Crazy Heart?
Tom: It was during your cowboy phase, remember?
D.H: Yeah! Howdy howdy!
Tom: I sort of liked Crazy Heart, but I'm a sucker for Jeff Bridges; have been since Fearless, a '93 flick, but he's pretty good in everything he does.
D.H: I'm not so impressed—when did he wear a cowboy hat?
Tom: Ah, maybe not in this movie...but he was wearing cowboy boots.
D.H: yeah yeah, in the puking drunk scene. Man, this guy is a loser. A vomiting puking ralphing genius.
Tom: Sure, but after a near tragedy he finally turns his pathetic life around and becomes everything he was always meant to be.
D.H: an accomplished puker?
Tom: oh shut up. How about that other movie, we watched it several weeks ago, do you remember what it was?
D.H: Do you mean Dr. Allegorius and the Supple Machine Appendages?
Tom: No. Not that one.
D.H: The Ambassador of Doom's 15 Kitten Women?
Tom: No! Shut up!
D.H: Well, then I don't remember.
Tom: Ha ha, I guess I don't either. Well, tonight is the All Star game, so no movies, right?
D.H: Thanks be!
Tom: It was during your cowboy phase, remember?
D.H: Yeah! Howdy howdy!
Tom: I sort of liked Crazy Heart, but I'm a sucker for Jeff Bridges; have been since Fearless, a '93 flick, but he's pretty good in everything he does.
D.H: I'm not so impressed—when did he wear a cowboy hat?
Tom: Ah, maybe not in this movie...but he was wearing cowboy boots.
D.H: yeah yeah, in the puking drunk scene. Man, this guy is a loser. A vomiting puking ralphing genius.
Tom: Sure, but after a near tragedy he finally turns his pathetic life around and becomes everything he was always meant to be.
D.H: an accomplished puker?
Tom: oh shut up. How about that other movie, we watched it several weeks ago, do you remember what it was?
D.H: Do you mean Dr. Allegorius and the Supple Machine Appendages?
Tom: No. Not that one.
D.H: The Ambassador of Doom's 15 Kitten Women?
Tom: No! Shut up!
D.H: Well, then I don't remember.
Tom: Ha ha, I guess I don't either. Well, tonight is the All Star game, so no movies, right?
D.H: Thanks be!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
DC sketch & a little ditty
She shuffled and dealt
I anted up—
we exchanged bits of ourselves
as easily as you'd play a hand
going all in she said I called her bluff
and gave it back in spades
I lost my shirt, she stole my heart
and never gave it back.
this doodle i drew sitting on a park bench under an arbor behind the apartment building my wife rented for 6 weeks.
the shadow people are borrowed from a later photograph, and at the bottom is a little nod to the area of town we were living, Pentagon City--a surreal Pentagon and memorial...although i'm not sure what the memeorial is; maybe airforce?
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