I spent much of my young life as a child. It wasn't my choice, though. My mother pushed me into it.
Man, s'been a while since I wrote in this thing. Much to everyone's relief.
I'm worried about the state of eloquence in America. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my fluency -- comprised of a steadfast appreciation and rigorous practice -- in the english language because of the culturally accepted conjugation of fuck as adjective, verb, adverb and interjection.
I also, for some reason, view terseness as an aspect of masculinity. Strong, silent type. I romanticize the portrait of Man as Grunter.
---
What is a poet? A machine.
That eats rust
To make pennies.
What is a poem? The chipped tooth
your friend got
from biting a diamond.
Or the grin it's in.
An American Coffeehouse
This magnificent race of people.
To my left, a young girl with her younger boyfriend
teaches him how to read and speak
She says, "Just try the 'Yuh' sound.
Just say 'Yuh' for a really long time."
She has a pronounced lisp and speaks with alacrity.
To my right, two pairs, three men and a woman
play speed chess over and over
getting drunker as the games go.
Entering now, the waitress, a star and artist,
wants to know how everything is, truthfully.
To her, everyone is "hon" or "guys."
In the corner, four hispanos on a double date
drink coffee and tea and laugh
in english and spanish, seamlessly.
I sit and smile, silently, a part.
---
I is a terrible concept, and should is the most poisonous word in any language. To combine the two is to anathematize your moment, now.
"I should" leads to "I didn't, because..." which leads to "If I had, then..." which leads to "I wish I could have, so that..." which leads to regret. Regret is the soul-killer.
Nothing should happen. Things just happen.
You shouldn't do anything. Just do something!
Things will come, and in the meantime, always be doing, not thinking about what you should be doing. Should is not an action. You cannot should, so don't talk about it. As long as you're doing something, you're doing what you should be doing. Without even having to note that it should be done, you'll finish.
---
I'm considering converting to Discordianism. They dig Eris, the Greek goddess of chaos. They think chao (sounds like cow) is the singular form of chaos. Already, sign me up.
Their seasons are Chaos, Discord, Confusion, Bureaucracy, and The Aftermath. They have a day of the week called "Prickle-Prickle" and "Boomtime." They count years in YOLD: Year of Our Lady of Discord.
Some more tenents:
-Every man woman and child is a Pope of Discordianism who can invoke infallibility at any time, including retroactively.
-A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday. (from the Pentabarf)
One Discordian koan reads:
Greater Poop: Is Eris true?
Malaclypse the Younger: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.
Wiki them!
I'm worried about the state of eloquence in America. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my fluency -- comprised of a steadfast appreciation and rigorous practice -- in the english language because of the culturally accepted conjugation of fuck as adjective, verb, adverb and interjection.
I also, for some reason, view terseness as an aspect of masculinity. Strong, silent type. I romanticize the portrait of Man as Grunter.
---
What is a poet? A machine.
That eats rust
To make pennies.
What is a poem? The chipped tooth
your friend got
from biting a diamond.
Or the grin it's in.
An American Coffeehouse
This magnificent race of people.
To my left, a young girl with her younger boyfriend
teaches him how to read and speak
She says, "Just try the 'Yuh' sound.
Just say 'Yuh' for a really long time."
She has a pronounced lisp and speaks with alacrity.
To my right, two pairs, three men and a woman
play speed chess over and over
getting drunker as the games go.
Entering now, the waitress, a star and artist,
wants to know how everything is, truthfully.
To her, everyone is "hon" or "guys."
In the corner, four hispanos on a double date
drink coffee and tea and laugh
in english and spanish, seamlessly.
I sit and smile, silently, a part.
---
I is a terrible concept, and should is the most poisonous word in any language. To combine the two is to anathematize your moment, now.
"I should" leads to "I didn't, because..." which leads to "If I had, then..." which leads to "I wish I could have, so that..." which leads to regret. Regret is the soul-killer.
Nothing should happen. Things just happen.
You shouldn't do anything. Just do something!
Things will come, and in the meantime, always be doing, not thinking about what you should be doing. Should is not an action. You cannot should, so don't talk about it. As long as you're doing something, you're doing what you should be doing. Without even having to note that it should be done, you'll finish.
---
I'm considering converting to Discordianism. They dig Eris, the Greek goddess of chaos. They think chao (sounds like cow) is the singular form of chaos. Already, sign me up.
Their seasons are Chaos, Discord, Confusion, Bureaucracy, and The Aftermath. They have a day of the week called "Prickle-Prickle" and "Boomtime." They count years in YOLD: Year of Our Lady of Discord.
Some more tenents:
-Every man woman and child is a Pope of Discordianism who can invoke infallibility at any time, including retroactively.
-A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday. (from the Pentabarf)
One Discordian koan reads:
Greater Poop: Is Eris true?
Malaclypse the Younger: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.
Wiki them!