Weblog 111
March 23, 2008~ 7:45am
For all of you out there reading this, I wish you a BLUE BUDDHA EASTER...
meaning.....something entirely new and peaceful. I'm tired of the crucifixion.
And I'm tired of guilt brought on by suffering done in my behalf. I'm tired of the torture and death of the body (and/or spirit) via the lure of an everlasting life beyond it. I'm exceedingly tired of the dichotomy between the "Easter Bunny"- and the gory story of pounding nails into hands and feet and the flaying of flesh- and I think this has bothered me since I was a little kid. How can we embrace both?
Something is either a thorn-- or an easter egg. This year's personal stubborn decision to completely ignore this holiday feels quite serene this morning- like that blue Buddha above. I'm sick of centurians and conflict.
Tired of family obligations I can never wholly declare either gift or burden- once and for all- one way or the other. I'm tired of eating the goodies on someone else's dime and feeling sheepish either going or not going, while knowing I will never reciprocate in kind. I want set free. I liberated myself this year.
Is it lonely, staying apart? No- not for me. It's a new corridor. It's a place where only I am walking, and the possibilities are endless in terms of rejuvenation, getting one's breath back by setting myself outside of the mainstream and entering a place both stark and mysterious. The world will not disappear- it merely rotates without me. I will climb on again tomorrow morning, but for now--- within this hacked out space of utter solitude--
it's the mystery of walking, breathing alone. Everything cast in sharp relief. A quiet place. An intriguing unknown....
...let the egg hunts commence sans Karen.
March 23, 2008~ 10:15pm
Three day weekend is over. Off to bed with me, and deep sleep (hopefully) which will prepare me for......
another day at the office- oh, for joy!- for frickin' joy. LOL. So "Goodnight, Moon". Sleep tight. The little easter chicks are all bedded down and fuzzy-- nuzzling the dark. Not a chirp is heard.
March 25, 2008~ 5:45pm
If you can identify the following objects, you officially belong to the Old Farts Club! Someone sent me an email with a string of pictures attached, and man, I passed with flying colors. (The email was entitled, "Memory Lane"- but let's face it-- recognizing these things means you were born before 1955, at LEAST) and you're trying very hard to hang on to whatever brain cells are working properly. 'Picture Identification' should be a boon to this end, so consider this a public service to those whose knees have begun to seize up at the oddest times, and whose full body profiles are beginning to become more more gourd-shaped by the day. Here they are.....a sampling of old fart stuff.
March 26, 2008~ 8:30pm
I am very happy tonight. Tonight I just brought online the thirty-seventh issue of The Blue House. Yep, this is the beginning of our 7th year, and there are 15 poets whose words I love, gathered there for the celebration. (Oh hell....I usually don't plug the thing, but I'm bustin' my buttons here! LOL!) Go have a look for yourself.....click, why doncha?
Now sit back, get a cup of coffee and start reading some of the finest contemporary poets you're likely to come across. (And none of the so-called confessional bathroom/bedroom slick-craptrap that's meant to grab a voyeuristic audience.) These are not the throw-away one-night-stands you'll find just about everywhere else on the net, goddammit, these will make you think. Andwith the BIG head. And feel- (with the thing beating above the waist)... so go on. Give it a shot.
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For all of you out there reading this, I wish you a BLUE BUDDHA EASTER...
meaning.....something entirely new and peaceful. I'm tired of the crucifixion.
And I'm tired of guilt brought on by suffering done in my behalf. I'm tired of the torture and death of the body (and/or spirit) via the lure of an everlasting life beyond it. I'm exceedingly tired of the dichotomy between the "Easter Bunny"- and the gory story of pounding nails into hands and feet and the flaying of flesh- and I think this has bothered me since I was a little kid. How can we embrace both?
Something is either a thorn-- or an easter egg. This year's personal stubborn decision to completely ignore this holiday feels quite serene this morning- like that blue Buddha above. I'm sick of centurians and conflict.
Tired of family obligations I can never wholly declare either gift or burden- once and for all- one way or the other. I'm tired of eating the goodies on someone else's dime and feeling sheepish either going or not going, while knowing I will never reciprocate in kind. I want set free. I liberated myself this year.
Is it lonely, staying apart? No- not for me. It's a new corridor. It's a place where only I am walking, and the possibilities are endless in terms of rejuvenation, getting one's breath back by setting myself outside of the mainstream and entering a place both stark and mysterious. The world will not disappear- it merely rotates without me. I will climb on again tomorrow morning, but for now--- within this hacked out space of utter solitude--
it's the mystery of walking, breathing alone. Everything cast in sharp relief. A quiet place. An intriguing unknown....
March 23, 2008~ 10:15pm
Three day weekend is over. Off to bed with me, and deep sleep (hopefully) which will prepare me for......
another day at the office- oh, for joy!- for frickin' joy. LOL. So "Goodnight, Moon". Sleep tight. The little easter chicks are all bedded down and fuzzy-- nuzzling the dark. Not a chirp is heard.
March 25, 2008~ 5:45pm
If you can identify the following objects, you officially belong to the Old Farts Club! Someone sent me an email with a string of pictures attached, and man, I passed with flying colors. (The email was entitled, "Memory Lane"- but let's face it-- recognizing these things means you were born before 1955, at LEAST) and you're trying very hard to hang on to whatever brain cells are working properly. 'Picture Identification' should be a boon to this end, so consider this a public service to those whose knees have begun to seize up at the oddest times, and whose full body profiles are beginning to become more more gourd-shaped by the day. Here they are.....a sampling of old fart stuff.
March 26, 2008~ 8:30pm
I am very happy tonight. Tonight I just brought online the thirty-seventh issue of The Blue House. Yep, this is the beginning of our 7th year, and there are 15 poets whose words I love, gathered there for the celebration. (Oh hell....I usually don't plug the thing, but I'm bustin' my buttons here! LOL!) Go have a look for yourself.....click, why doncha?
Now sit back, get a cup of coffee and start reading some of the finest contemporary poets you're likely to come across. (And none of the so-called confessional bathroom/bedroom slick-craptrap that's meant to grab a voyeuristic audience.) These are not the throw-away one-night-stands you'll find just about everywhere else on the net, goddammit, these will make you think. Andwith the BIG head. And feel- (with the thing beating above the waist)... so go on. Give it a shot.
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