my E l e c t r o n i c pen j u n e 2 0 1 3 i n d e x
all i have to say today is that today is june 29.
There's nowhere in the world that I would rather be
Than with you my love
And there's nothing in the world that I would rather see
Than your smile my love
For united we stand
Divided we fall
And if our backs should ever be against the wall
We'll be together, together, you and I
And if the world about you falls apart my love
Then I'll still be here
And if the going gets too hard along the way
Just you call, I'll hear
Tony Hiller and John Goodison
in the morning, a slept poot finds tennis googled.
good old fashioned mEpping while the family sleeps,
good old fashioned sleeping.
first time now, that crystalized thoughts are not flat.
there are bumps over last friday
there are empty food containers in the kitchen, walnuts, to be precise,
this curve ball morphs, he oscillates between anger and silence,
and sometimes the silence is actually peace.
as for revising the mEp:
the thing of it is,my dear. i've coined a form here, loosely engineered, and loosely is the key,
i've taken building blocks, some wordy magic, but done it my way.
i've stayed the course,
i'm persevering without known results,
i've been doing it for sixteen years,
small letters all,
and i won't change now.
kahlil gibran: 'half of what i say is meangingless, but i say it so the other half will reach you
hanging flower boxes.
should it be a science?
should i re-write the mEp?
nonething i can say that ain't been said.
order and time.
not everyone does things in the same order.
when i was 23, i owned and operated a bright, clean, antique-filled house in the suburbs.
i planted geraniums in the sun, begonias in the shade, and sculpted a symmetrical English herb garden.
there were neighbours, fresh eggplant, all the basil one could need for a summer, and medeterranian pizza topped with aged cheddar cheese, nonetheless.
there is not a straight line from there to here.
learning is not always congruous and the road can follow all kinds of Beatles songs;
and sometimes, just sometimes, you end up exactly where you were meant to be.
critical thinking and the heisenberg principle.critical thinking is relative. critical thinkers need to be aware of this.
knowing your audience is mandatory.
i don't care what you know.
motionless thoughts has poots in a bind;
to quote ayn rand or not,
if we describe the day, it comes with days, noodled, if you will,
in integral links.
the fighting and mating cats cannot be separated from conversations about old pals;
they now sit, together in history, on june 10.
but we can attempt clarity, in the later afternoon, amazing restedness arrives when one plans it.
but one must always take from another, since, in the city, the buzz, distracts, and there is no frozen turkeys to be had.
poots, finally, still, sits still as the air.
a view from the outside brings resolution; conviction; bring outside in;
and, we all need people.
facebook is my ground, amidst the over-stimulus; we feed one with another, but balance is few and far between.
black circles to choose a dance:
subscriptions which cause me stress, discarded:
another bill paid:
long term plans are mandatory:
you understand that don't you.
the inbox, quiet.
the pigs, quiet.
the girlfriends, quiet.
the girlfriend herself,
eventually, we bounce away.
you hide in your caves, we bounce away and hide in ours.
the walls of Das internet don't disappoint;
the blank page, always welcomes,
and the rest, well, as the book says.
a long, simple dream accompanied me from dark to light
took away my worldly thoughts to another worldy. thank you.
and so where does one draw the line, the line of self differentiation;
poots is a hardliner; she will draw it, sitting here, her steely resolve is quite real.
it's not a rare woman who needs taking care of;
it's an ordinary woman; a run of the mill, self differentiated, ordinary woman.
sticky sweet coffee
if I'm told to be fickle
then i expect the same of you.