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December 23 Merry Christmas, Charlie BrownBefore me peaceful, Behind me peaceful, Under me peaceful, Over me peaceful, All around me peaceful... Navajo Indian December 08 Tear Down the Wall for ChristmasOr if tearing it down is too much effort, at least pull out a brick and peek through. Not fatal.
Division by Zero
I, mine
you, yours
heness, sheness
oldness, youngness
other, different, foreign, strange
flesh, spirit, time, distance, too late
too little, alone, apart, no ...
Imaginary barriers of sheerest gauze,
doors of smoke to hide behind,
gates that never close,
walls we see through,
windows of only air,
locks of purest fraud ...
The human thing is essential,
elemental,
one,
once.
No separation possible -
no taking, breaking, hiding, holding, containing.
Oozes, under, through, past, around -
seeking itself to completion
Completing itself in the search, yes ...
I am you, all hearts one rhythm;
you are me, a universe is born.
cas (1997)
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December 07 Congratulations or Deepest Sympathy?Ok, y'all. Before you get fully into the holiday spirit, before you have to spend an hour getting into and out of the mall parking lot, before you get your driver's door paint dinged by some asshole who parked way too close to the yellow line, before you fight with somebody over the last Elmo doll, let me wish you a happy holiday, a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.
Speaking of gifts, the best ones cost time, not money or a trip to the mall. My most treasured ones have come from hearts, then through fingers on the keyboard, or scratches on paper from somebody's pen, or over the phone, or eyeball to eyeball. I have a room full of them. I feel the spirit, even without a tree in the house.
All I can do is wish you the same.
December 06 Virtual UnrealityThere are a thousand drive-throughs in the big city. This is just one of them.
Some fast food joints make up all their sandwiches in the morning and line them up like little soldiers on a shelf. Next to them is a 56 cup aluminum pot 3/4 full of coffee made two hours ago, ready for the noon rush. We may be a bit unconventional here, but your chicken salad sandwich is made individually, according to your wishes. Don't want chopped celery? Say so. Rather have shallots than yellow onions? You got it. Like lots of mayo? Baby spinach instead of iceburg lettuce? On toast? Whole wheat bread or a flour tortilla? Give us clear instructions if you're picky, one or two chances to get it right, and enjoy after that. We're not here because we make a living at it. This is a best-case-scenerio break even proposition. So why do it? Satisfaction. Mutual satisfaction. A hobby, like collecting stamps or reading historical novels. Simple as that.
Nothing here will kill you. Not instantly anyway. No trans-fats are used. No fillers. Some will like it, and some won't. That's simple, too.
An individual's food joint preference is like love, choosing a mate, a lover, a friend... it's a very personal matter, highly dependent on chemistry and first impressions, and essentially irrational.
The good news is: it's much easier to terminate a drive through relationship, to recover from it, to replace it than it is to bounce back from "real" disappointments. You just go somewhere else next lunch hour. No questions, no complications, no explainations required or expected. Nobody is required to sign a contract.
After all, there are a thousand drive throughs in the big city. Odds are, if you have a car and a lunch hour and get hungry enough, one of them will suit you eventually.
December 05 Drive-through FragmentPiece of a poem by e.e. cummings:
"Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that no one loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream ..." |
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