.
. . or maybe later on. Why the urgency? Me or they: the Thought
Police. Google for that matter. Proto-Crypto-KGB. What me worry?
Socialism for The Wealthy and Communism for us poor folk.
Wall-to-wall serfs; sans home, future, whose for sleeping under
bridges until Wall Street takes us away making pet food of us?
All
dressed up, spit shinned Buster Brown Shoes with Tag, my alter-ego
and Annie turned loose from our cage making all kinds of alien
vocalizations. Who is to blame? M of course and Had She Said Yes!
Better
and better with each breathe.
The
Funky Chicken with authors human and divine. Who knew? I was too
stupid to live! And now with the Internet a writer can't hide, safely
nestled in the flesh of dead trees, snoring until read. Albeit, that
said, I still celebrate these days of freedom's blessed quality if
not quantity.
My
pantheon of all-time-favorites grows slowly, yet substantially,
one-by-one. With sincere gratitude I acknowledge Tyndale and William
Shakespeare; first as verbally expressed then read.
Remember
Bonny and Clyde? The movie version's closed lives. Alliteration by
mechanical punctuation canceled for all time. Let us hear it for THE
NRA! Stitching one another for looking cross eyed, preemptive
settlement of every dispute. Shoot first and forgedabout the later
questions. About which I know from experience having been a
photojournalist running, like the wind, away.
An
obstinate man does not hold opinions, but they hold him. - Alexander
Pope
Coercive
power is the curse of the universe; coactive power, the enrichment
and advancement of every human soul. - Mary Parker Follett
Friendships
aren't perfect, and yet they are very precious. For me, not expecting
perfection all in one place was a great release.
-
Letty Cottin Pogrebin
130501
01:58 MDT
I
am made up by the many facets of reverence, awe, will to love, within
all religions, and awoke celebrator of Israel this morn. None
exclusive of course since the light caroms refracted from facet to
facet across the whole peace I know.
Prehensile
this gentle mistress god I know pouring sips of new with in the
hollowness of my skull. Least I drown suddenly with inflow.
Displacing everything before and I unrecognizable to myself. Utterly
expunged.
The
three quotes closing yesterday, above: thoughts concatenated in
anticipation of Had She Said Yes who I later called in distress. I'd
not heard a word from her. Previously she'd remarked that we might
heal each other of our terror of what we are: male/female--separate
but oddly making a whole dysfunction. Heroically as we, she and I,
learn to trust one another to no other intention than peace as we
are.
There
is a mocking bird rehearsing last years disturbance now.
I
had begun this post to acknowledge where my lover, friend,
interlocutor, muse, goddess, leader masculine had led me across the
void. Welding synapses uncommon, unbelievable, all impermissible
before; self censuring. Our collective author, or God, as you may
have it, is gentle beyond all the wrath and furry of creation or
random acts attributable to cyclones of fire which M brought to my
attention yesterday: “Acts of God!”
Really?
I
cringe at the making an idol of God in any form, especially our own
likeness. Knowing divinity genderless or at most both. More angelic
than hermaphrodite.
I
think my opinion is better stated in defining myself as at war with
all that is within me; no more. Sun Tzu said it differently, too lazy
to look it up, I will attempt to share my sense: we must never slay
our adversary but learn before during and after the dispute.
Eyes
brimming I remember the closing of worship, “Go forth in (or was
it: incarnating?) the peace surpassing all understanding.” At the
least that is what I heard then and now. Could I say the same when
having my head sawed-off with a nicked rusty butcher knife? Not
certain. I'll wait to see what I feel at the moment of my death. Last
words seem more significant that all that preceded them.
Integration
seems traversing a new city having lived a lifetime as a dead-end.
130430
10:31 MDT must be gonna get shot a dawn or sooner
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