I hate the prepositional phrase "at the pump."
That is all.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Another Day- Back to the Same Old Place
Veiled eyes
Hooded with long lashes lowered
Chin tilted toward the floor.
A dejected boy quietly enters the room
And slips into his chair -
Wishing to remain unnoticed.
His usual sparkling eyes and eager grin -
Lost in the morning’s cruelties.
Boy, I feel your need to disappear,
Your desire for things to be different
And inside I rage.
Calm arrives on the image of my father’s face before me.
I see his sad eyes and serious, reflective face.
And yet, twitches of a smile are tugging at his mouth.
His deep, patient, calm, voice speaks,
“Remember girlie, the challenge is to keep your head when all around you are losing theirs.”
I’m refocused, comforted and reminded.
Boy, hear my father’s words and know that you too will prevail.
Contributed By Big M
Hooded with long lashes lowered
Chin tilted toward the floor.
A dejected boy quietly enters the room
And slips into his chair -
Wishing to remain unnoticed.
His usual sparkling eyes and eager grin -
Lost in the morning’s cruelties.
Boy, I feel your need to disappear,
Your desire for things to be different
And inside I rage.
Calm arrives on the image of my father’s face before me.
I see his sad eyes and serious, reflective face.
And yet, twitches of a smile are tugging at his mouth.
His deep, patient, calm, voice speaks,
“Remember girlie, the challenge is to keep your head when all around you are losing theirs.”
I’m refocused, comforted and reminded.
Boy, hear my father’s words and know that you too will prevail.
Contributed By Big M
Monday, April 28, 2008
What Would It Be Like...
If everyone sent all their unsent letters?
Again, written long ago, discovered today, posted unedited.
I'm beginning to think conversation is like the flow of blood throughout the body. Like blood flows through vessels to various parts of the body in different quantities and capacities, conversation flows through some sort of passageways to various people in different forms. You don't talk to your best friend the same way you'd talk to a prospective employer in an interview.
As time goes by without proper nutrition, vessels get increasingly clogged. Sometimes, the passageway gets completely blocked off. A part of the body starves and dies; conversation ceases and a human relationship ends.
Depending on where the clog is, collateral damage can occur. Just as if all blood flow ceases to the left arm and hands and fingers die as well, sometimes if conversation ceases and a human relationship ends, connections made through that relationship often deteriorate and die as well. The extent of the collateral damage depends entirely on where the clog occurs. If the aorta is clogged just after the connection to the heart, the entire animal will be starved of blood and die. This is a low risk, because so much blood flows through a buildup will have to be very resilient to clog the artery.
Sometimes, blockages can be repaired with angioplasty. A small balloon is inserted deflated into the vessel, then inflated to allow blood to pass between the clog and the expanded vessel. The risk in this is that the vessel is frail and ruptures when the balloon is inflated. Another method to repair the blockage is a bypass. A piece of blood vessel is harvested from elsewhere in the body and used to create a flow around the blockage.
But what makes clogs in the flow of conversation? I'm thinking it's unresolved issues and withheld statements. When you consider saying something, but opt not to for whatever reason, it creates a small buildup in the pathway. The more important the reason for withholding the statement, the greater the buildup. As more conversation tries to flow past this buildup, some gets caught up on this blockage due to similarity. If you refrain from asking someone about past relationships, you likewise would refrain from asking them details or occurrences pertinent to those relationships. As more and more statements are withheld, the blockage becomes more and more critical.
The tragedy lies when a blockage is the size where some blood still flows through, but at a highly impaired rate. Enough comes through to sustain life, but nearly all functionality is impaired. A person cannot walk but is mocked by the ability to wiggle a toe; a person stays alive in a coma as enough blood flows to the brain stem to regulate life but not enough to the cortex to facilitate consciousness. Superficial statements flow through the buildup, but not enough for a meaningful, fulfilling conversation.
The great problem with this is nothing is done about the blockage. Tissue does not die, so one would see little reason to take action. If the passageway is completely blocked, it is imperative to make a quick decision: operate, or just let tissue die. Maybe a fingertip is not worth operating on to save. It's not worth the trouble. It's easier to just let it die and go on with life with a few alterations.
Say it is deemed pertinent to operate-- flow an entire arm is compromised. The operation is extremely difficult and not guaranteed. Despite everyone's best efforts, the arm may still die. But, some would argue, at least they tried.
Again, written long ago, discovered today, posted unedited.
I'm beginning to think conversation is like the flow of blood throughout the body. Like blood flows through vessels to various parts of the body in different quantities and capacities, conversation flows through some sort of passageways to various people in different forms. You don't talk to your best friend the same way you'd talk to a prospective employer in an interview.
As time goes by without proper nutrition, vessels get increasingly clogged. Sometimes, the passageway gets completely blocked off. A part of the body starves and dies; conversation ceases and a human relationship ends.
Depending on where the clog is, collateral damage can occur. Just as if all blood flow ceases to the left arm and hands and fingers die as well, sometimes if conversation ceases and a human relationship ends, connections made through that relationship often deteriorate and die as well. The extent of the collateral damage depends entirely on where the clog occurs. If the aorta is clogged just after the connection to the heart, the entire animal will be starved of blood and die. This is a low risk, because so much blood flows through a buildup will have to be very resilient to clog the artery.
Sometimes, blockages can be repaired with angioplasty. A small balloon is inserted deflated into the vessel, then inflated to allow blood to pass between the clog and the expanded vessel. The risk in this is that the vessel is frail and ruptures when the balloon is inflated. Another method to repair the blockage is a bypass. A piece of blood vessel is harvested from elsewhere in the body and used to create a flow around the blockage.
But what makes clogs in the flow of conversation? I'm thinking it's unresolved issues and withheld statements. When you consider saying something, but opt not to for whatever reason, it creates a small buildup in the pathway. The more important the reason for withholding the statement, the greater the buildup. As more conversation tries to flow past this buildup, some gets caught up on this blockage due to similarity. If you refrain from asking someone about past relationships, you likewise would refrain from asking them details or occurrences pertinent to those relationships. As more and more statements are withheld, the blockage becomes more and more critical.
The tragedy lies when a blockage is the size where some blood still flows through, but at a highly impaired rate. Enough comes through to sustain life, but nearly all functionality is impaired. A person cannot walk but is mocked by the ability to wiggle a toe; a person stays alive in a coma as enough blood flows to the brain stem to regulate life but not enough to the cortex to facilitate consciousness. Superficial statements flow through the buildup, but not enough for a meaningful, fulfilling conversation.
The great problem with this is nothing is done about the blockage. Tissue does not die, so one would see little reason to take action. If the passageway is completely blocked, it is imperative to make a quick decision: operate, or just let tissue die. Maybe a fingertip is not worth operating on to save. It's not worth the trouble. It's easier to just let it die and go on with life with a few alterations.
Say it is deemed pertinent to operate-- flow an entire arm is compromised. The operation is extremely difficult and not guaranteed. Despite everyone's best efforts, the arm may still die. But, some would argue, at least they tried.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Written Years Ago, Discovered this Afternoon, Posted Unrevised
There's something special about the notepad.
There's no tabs to get lost in, no toolbars or margins to distract you. There's just you and the page.
You and your words.
Everything extraneous and ornamental is gone. True art of words needs nothing but words.
An airplane coasts lethargically down the runway. With lights flashing, 2 fire trucks, an ambulance and a miscellaneous airport authority
Flashing lights usually fly. Emergency response vehicles never waste time. With sirens blaring and horns blowing, time hardly passes
On the runway, the parade continues in its infinite loop. As time lulls by, the truck third in line gets neither closer to nor further from
Everything goes easterly. There must be something horrid to the west. Maybe there's an inextinguishable fire advancing eternally eastward. Like
Everything will stay safe as long as you just keep going.
The star alliance remains defiant. Facing west unmoving, the star alliance conveys an uncommon strength. Or perhaps stupidity. It's unfortunate
The parade has lost it's plane but has still doubled in size. Six yellow fire trucks, an ambulance and one black anonymous van with lights flashing
"Grace has another hour." The ambivalence of everything is excruciating. With destruction precariously looming, no one cares whether they're consumed
The skyline begins to move. Above the treeline cranes and towering structures drift easterly. It must be a great Fire indeed.
They say the end of the world will come with a bang. They also say the world will end with nothing but a whimper.
On the morning of the end of the world, the trashman will still come. Professionals will pack their briefcases and drink their morning coffee.
here somewhere else.
The end of the world will come and every one will be so busy drifting east they won't even notice.
There will be the few who race west to fight. They can't stop the end of the world, but their end will come trying to extinguish the inextinguishable.
Only the star alliance will stand fast, gazing westerly, embracing the approaching Inevitable in its last moments of strength and nobility.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Volume
Volume Volume Volume
Writing cannot keep up with the frenetic pace of the mind.
Volume Volume Volume
If you say enough, eventually you’ll get lucky and stumble upon something profound. Volume.
Even at twenty I compose in 6-point font to ensure nobody is reading over my shoulder.
I still think someone is anyway. VOLUME.
It’s not only loud, its massive.
But it doesn’t have to be because it could be of minimal density. Mass is not volume unless it’s all the same density.
Freedom is the freedom to say density is important. That granted, all else follows.
I’m afraid people don’t get my references.
I’m afraid I’m too referential.
Volume Volume VOLUME.
When you make ten eleven it seems to sound louder, but around seven is too much for the circuits to handle and the speaker blows out.
Volme?
Volme is not a word, but it is an important concept.
VOLUME Volume volume.
Volume.
Writing cannot keep up with the frenetic pace of the mind.
Volume Volume Volume
If you say enough, eventually you’ll get lucky and stumble upon something profound. Volume.
Even at twenty I compose in 6-point font to ensure nobody is reading over my shoulder.
I still think someone is anyway. VOLUME.
It’s not only loud, its massive.
But it doesn’t have to be because it could be of minimal density. Mass is not volume unless it’s all the same density.
Freedom is the freedom to say density is important. That granted, all else follows.
I’m afraid people don’t get my references.
I’m afraid I’m too referential.
Volume Volume VOLUME.
When you make ten eleven it seems to sound louder, but around seven is too much for the circuits to handle and the speaker blows out.
Volme?
Volme is not a word, but it is an important concept.
VOLUME Volume volume.
Volume.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
All I Need
The assignment (assigned by my walking self) is to make a list of Things That I Would Not Want to Be Without/ Things I Need to Be Happy.
Then I realize my material needs vary by the season.
Here's what I'd run away with in the Summer.
1. Skateboard.
2. A Camera.
3. A Book
4. A Guitar
5. A Car
6. Some blank paper and a pen
And in the Winter
1. Snowboard and all the trimmings.
2. Warm clothes
3. A Camera
4. A Book
5. A Guitar
6. And a Car
That list has a good ring to it-- A camera, a book, a guitar and a car.
good rhythm and good rhymes spell out a future of good times.
Then I realize my material needs vary by the season.
Here's what I'd run away with in the Summer.
1. Skateboard.
2. A Camera.
3. A Book
4. A Guitar
5. A Car
6. Some blank paper and a pen
And in the Winter
1. Snowboard and all the trimmings.
2. Warm clothes
3. A Camera
4. A Book
5. A Guitar
6. And a Car
That list has a good ring to it-- A camera, a book, a guitar and a car.
good rhythm and good rhymes spell out a future of good times.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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