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Have brain, will travel.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Forgetfulness
The camera loves affection and death,
it helps us remember.
The day loves night and the night loves day, that's why the transition is beautiful to the eye.
Cameras only lie because people use them.
The day after any other day is never as sweet as the day-after we remember 10 years later.
Art is not art because art is some other thing, it is what it is because it is us.
Affection, love, beauty, and art are stronger because of our forgetfulness.
Newness is not always invention.
it helps us remember.
The day loves night and the night loves day, that's why the transition is beautiful to the eye.
Cameras only lie because people use them.
The day after any other day is never as sweet as the day-after we remember 10 years later.
Art is not art because art is some other thing, it is what it is because it is us.
Affection, love, beauty, and art are stronger because of our forgetfulness.
Newness is not always invention.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I don't get it
(Painting by Susan Rothenberg)
When we had company, and the grown-ups were telling jokes, I loved to sit and listen. When I had an opening I would often ask my father to tell this joke. I absolutely loved this joke. what follows is my best recollection.
A man had a team of horses, and he could not tell them apart.
So he asked his neighbor, what can I do to help me tell these horses apart.
Why don't you dock the tail on one?
Sounded like a good idea, so he docks the tail on one.
But damn, if that did not look so good on that horse...
that he docked the tail of the other horse.
So again he could not tell them apart.
Back he goes for more advice.
Why not roach the mane on one?
So he did, but damn, that looked so good, he roached the mane of the other one.
Back he goes for more advice.
Well how about you measure them?
So he does, and sure enough there was a difference,
the black horse was a hand taller than the white one.
When we had company, and the grown-ups were telling jokes, I loved to sit and listen. When I had an opening I would often ask my father to tell this joke. I absolutely loved this joke. what follows is my best recollection.
A man had a team of horses, and he could not tell them apart.
So he asked his neighbor, what can I do to help me tell these horses apart.
Why don't you dock the tail on one?
Sounded like a good idea, so he docks the tail on one.
But damn, if that did not look so good on that horse...
that he docked the tail of the other horse.
So again he could not tell them apart.
Back he goes for more advice.
Why not roach the mane on one?
So he did, but damn, that looked so good, he roached the mane of the other one.
Back he goes for more advice.
Well how about you measure them?
So he does, and sure enough there was a difference,
the black horse was a hand taller than the white one.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Yeah, it is hard work
It's a full time job just being me, probably the same for you. Factor in the job that pays and every day is double duty. But just because I am working doesn't mean that I don't want to have fun. Life is equal parts of fun and pain. Walking across the South Dakota prairie I know this is true: too many things can result in pain if the fun is outside knowledge of the terrain. The same is true on a spiritual level.
What we want is not necessarily what we receive. What we need is never on time. There is pain and hurt in every scenario of life from birth until the end. It is our responsibility to love and let, at the same time put an end to what we can. We think; we grow; we learn: there is no reason for old pains to continue but they do. I grow tired and perpetrate the crimes of the previous generations. We grow restless and destroy the things around us. We are bad at learning. When we learn we are not good at sharing.
Life is pain. Life is work and .... The next time you visit a bar in Mexico or a nightclub in Athens or an apple farm outside Spokane or anything that is nearer to you know this: the world lives and breathes the same as you are already doing. Changing location is for yourself only; it does not change the world's ills or life's fun. You are the agent of change. You are the difference.
I love you,
signed me
What we want is not necessarily what we receive. What we need is never on time. There is pain and hurt in every scenario of life from birth until the end. It is our responsibility to love and let, at the same time put an end to what we can. We think; we grow; we learn: there is no reason for old pains to continue but they do. I grow tired and perpetrate the crimes of the previous generations. We grow restless and destroy the things around us. We are bad at learning. When we learn we are not good at sharing.
Life is pain. Life is work and .... The next time you visit a bar in Mexico or a nightclub in Athens or an apple farm outside Spokane or anything that is nearer to you know this: the world lives and breathes the same as you are already doing. Changing location is for yourself only; it does not change the world's ills or life's fun. You are the agent of change. You are the difference.
I love you,
signed me
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Violence in Season
A resting Persephone
first with her hands, then with her mouth
orchestrates her awakening
She needs wind and water and the plan for spring.
So long ago she was dancing a field
first with her body and then with her mouth
she demonstrated the wind and sang the rain
She longed not for love and loved only to live
There are few facts to her awakening
first with her mouth then with her body
she yawned and stretched her slender beauty
she breathed deep and shed the tear that started everything.
One must be cognizant of the past
The dull fields of ugliness
The long lament of useless boredom
The violence that came later
The lost youth, the loss of years
An arresting Persephone
Her seasons can so easily destroy everything.
first with her hands, then with her mouth
orchestrates her awakening
She needs wind and water and the plan for spring.
So long ago she was dancing a field
first with her body and then with her mouth
she demonstrated the wind and sang the rain
She longed not for love and loved only to live
There are few facts to her awakening
first with her mouth then with her body
she yawned and stretched her slender beauty
she breathed deep and shed the tear that started everything.
One must be cognizant of the past
The dull fields of ugliness
The long lament of useless boredom
The violence that came later
The lost youth, the loss of years
An arresting Persephone
Her seasons can so easily destroy everything.
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