A 'musing' thought #9

"I feel..." is to "I think..." as "enter your PIN number" is to "enter your PIN": banal flaws crawled out of the ooze that we accept on Hobbesian terms in lieu of outright murder.

Posts to the Edge

     Several recent contacts from my past, those, in fact ,who have travelled over that edge we find ourselves trembling before even as we brace for its approach, have resulted in a flare up of letters, mostly postcards, dispatched to points far and wide, mostly unknown, not expecting replies, or even that they reach their destination. Their intended recipients need not read them. Their primary intent, to simply be written, and shared here, although most of them won't even get that. About the only assurance I can give is that their posting will not be in order of date written or sent. In readying them for   the reader here, I've chosen to go with the order in which I find them most pertinent or amusing to myself.; subject matter being the guiding principle.
  I'll wash the correspondence clean, as well as I can to start with, of their identifies(although persons will be named, I doubt the reader would be familiar with them anyway, and since the addressed won't be expected to read theses missives, I won't care much to protect their good and bad names), and try to avoid boring the reader with details of random personal stuff.
  I intend, and have ready, to begin with a few short essayic letters addressed to the same friend from my middle school years that speak of the elections now in season. Certain candidates, mostly issues, arguments for and against and lamentations on my increasing political isolation.
  Whether or not I'll post any of the received letters, I'll decide later. Some bear a little fun; most merely rail demented complaints. Some inclusion might be called for, come to think of it, in order to show why I seem to take such a pissed attitude. I prefer to drink and listen to weird music. These letters aren't entirely my fault, and I don't want to post them just as a defense, but I think they might sound like that exactly. Let them then.

A 'musing' thought #8

'In bed,' is to a chinese fortune as 'in my opinion' is to a judgement.

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You Know, I Learned Something Today...

...as the eleventh anniversary of our country's greatest tragedy comes to pass, I'm heartened by a realization of how proudly aware and honest a nation we've become during this test of time. To think, that just last century, which is not so very long ago, we could not even bring ourselves to admit that this even took place. God bless America.

The Eleven(slight refrain)

Temerity will not be the word for my day. Nor will I want from a cynical bowl of 'told ya so's'. No. This 9/11, I will observe a silence of the words, I hope, which usually issue freely from my addled warped mind that sees this anniversary much different than most Americans. Mine prefers to look back to the day before, when we were so much more the innocent kind of blind. Mental reminders not to react to the many gushings of the greatness, the hurt, the heroic, with caustic blitherings of the monsters we've become. The points I have to make, and of which I am correct regarding our collective path towards doom will not find purchase among the threads and conversations with friends. I hope. (repeat)

Shades of Loathing

 So long, Grey 1.0.  It's Cowboy Raoule at the helm out on the Proud Highway in search of a desperate southern gentleman's soul, and running roughshod through his twisted mind.  I'll gladly trade in your whips, bitten lips, your highrise of millions for a poverty full of open sores of real men, wanting but expression for their pain, and a well crafted sentence.

A 'musing' thought #7

The first step towards understanding is to Giggle it.

A Swivel In Fabric

I will capture on canvas a salty view
if you'll play me a mauve melody.
Yellow seconds tunnel below us, Venus.
Sharp blankets above, let's dance on light.
Soonly, Mercury howls notes carried inside
winged turpentine snakes. Jeff's digital
camera captures it all. Calamity
tossed mango chutney and diminished
sevenths for the Fire Department.

My Heroes Have Always Been Hippies

I grew up the son of a couple school teachers,
one English, the other Concow.
Our trips to the Bay list'nin' to their cool 8-tracks,
music sounding so simple now.
I learned all the words to Peter, Paul & sweet Mary,
Janis and the music from Hair.
Rolling to the Haight or up north to Bodega,
learned of love, freedom and to share.
My heroes have always been hippies.
Simple, without extremes.
Jesus and Lennon, MLK and Gandhi,
and others who showed us lived dreams.