A Song That Sang Itself to Me Using Leonard Cohen’s Voice

Posted on July 28, 2013 by randomyriad

Mangle of Insipid Arthropods Eaten Ever by Night

with reticulated majesty breaks my flight and lets me down

macabre tragedy sets my wheels on fire and drives me to the edge of sound

I spit out all the glass and blood

Tangled in these words of love

Strangled the mourning dove

And left for the outskirts of nowhere

Maybe mayhem will find my grieving pig

Stick him with a sticky fig

Grill him on his back In November rain

I’ll never go there again 

to be tried doubled inside the steaming sack

All my muscles put on slack

I’ll erase this place ‘til all is black

A caramelized mirror for the moon.

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Some New Shadows On The Wall

Posted on July 27, 2013 by randomyriad

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Window Shadow Play Wall Show Brought to You By The Sun

Posted on July 14, 2013 by randomyriad

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Love in the Complex World

Posted on July 11, 2013 by randomyriad

 

I want to learn this:

 

for I am mad with

   devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth.

Walt Whitman, Excelsior

I wonder if it is possible. I think I remember coming close a few times before my life got too complicated. Complexity supports this state of being  complications undermine it. The world is complex and intertwined so that all things are connected. Complications separate us from who we are inside the pattern of things and energy. Fear creates greed and the desire for power and security which has a ripple effect that throws the whole system out balance, destabilizing society into nations and corporations so that some people can have the illusion of security and control. I want to let go of all that and just live for the mad love of creation. The world is too complex to maneuver into a state where any individual has any real say in what will happen in the next second. The best you can do is love what you love and let it go.

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My Bright Summer Made Winter by My Discontent

Posted on July 9, 2013 by randomyriad

Last summer I was working 2 jobs, volunteering at the hospital so I could get into a training program for physical therapist assistant, and trying to keep my marriage together. I have not had a real vacation in, well, since I lived in California, so many years ago I can’t remember accurately. I miss vacations were we actually stayed in one place for more than a day. Writing does not occur on vacations with children in my experience. Vacations are not about doing the things you normally do. I did some journal writing, but not much else.

Now I wish I had a week just to sort out my life without all this working and school and life’s wonderful richness and challenge coming at me every second. I managed a couple of days of just being this weekend, but that has cost me a lot in terms of the amount of school work I have to catch up on. I have figured out that I need a more positive attitude about my life, but I already suspected that. I know my life doesn’t suck half as much as I think it does at the moment. I am always looking back and saying, “what the heck was I complaining about then. Things were not that bad.” Someday I will be able to do that present tense with a bit more joy. I think I may start today, though it is going to take a lot of sunshine to brighten up this oubliette I have sunk myself into. Still I think it’s worth the effort. If I could just find a loose brick in the corner and crawl out for a little while, there might be something glorious and mundanely obvious that can help me stay out of the dark for a while.

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