Friday, February 22, 2008
Oh Jeez,
please give me the strength to do what I know I must
trust you to bring me to the place I need
feed me with the breadcrumb trail if necessary
scary, you know, so although I understand the hunger
no longer do I know why it’s so meager
eagerness to have real sustenance and permanence
sense calls for striking out for the territory
for the fresh shave, the blank slate, the sweet horizon
I been there before, though, and I’m sick of reason
seasons without cycle are fine for me
we can just follow the leaves, right?
please give me the strength to do what I know I must
trust you to bring me to the place I need
feed me with the breadcrumb trail if necessary
scary, you know, so although I understand the hunger
no longer do I know why it’s so meager
eagerness to have real sustenance and permanence
sense calls for striking out for the territory
for the fresh shave, the blank slate, the sweet horizon
I been there before, though, and I’m sick of reason
seasons without cycle are fine for me
we can just follow the leaves, right?
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Aaaahhh!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!
The market is falling! The market is falling!
He’s jittery (of course he: only a he would so kill)
and he can’t quite keep his invisible hand quite still—
does it shake ‘cause he’s a speed pill-poppin’ fiend
or ‘cause, guiltily self-indulgent, his pants he has creamed?
He’s spooked, the kook, by his own reflection,
as he gets depressed by the thought of depression.
So, I’ll make a confession: I never liked him anyways,
what with his materialist craze and greed-glazed gaze,
not to mention his brazen pillage, setting the world ablaze.
So let him shrink, contract, take a downturn, and crash,
and maybe we won’t all die from affluenza,
the curse of too much cash.
The market is falling! The market is falling!
He’s jittery (of course he: only a he would so kill)
and he can’t quite keep his invisible hand quite still—
does it shake ‘cause he’s a speed pill-poppin’ fiend
or ‘cause, guiltily self-indulgent, his pants he has creamed?
He’s spooked, the kook, by his own reflection,
as he gets depressed by the thought of depression.
So, I’ll make a confession: I never liked him anyways,
what with his materialist craze and greed-glazed gaze,
not to mention his brazen pillage, setting the world ablaze.
So let him shrink, contract, take a downturn, and crash,
and maybe we won’t all die from affluenza,
the curse of too much cash.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
In order to sleep soundly, I recommend:
Build a road, then let it fall into a reasonable level of decay, then construct a windowed box on wheels with shocks within which you can sit reclining back on cushioned seats while being rocked back and forth to the sight of landscape passing.
In order to be awed, I recommend:
Get dropped off in the midst of the jungle in the middle of the night, then walk towards the nearest bridge, making sure you time your arrival so that a fine mist is surrounding you that can be illuminated by a truck’s lights approaching from behind, which will cause a rainbow ring 50 meters in diameter to encircle the bridge and you.
In order to be satisfied, I recommend:
Spend hours wandering hungry and lost in an area without sustenance, and make the method of your wandering frustrating and tiring by constantly nearing promisingly bright signs of satisfaction that then dim as soon as you eagerly approach, and then stumble by chance across a dumpster overflowing with perfectly good but irregularly shaped fruit, bread, cheese, and wine.
Build a road, then let it fall into a reasonable level of decay, then construct a windowed box on wheels with shocks within which you can sit reclining back on cushioned seats while being rocked back and forth to the sight of landscape passing.
In order to be awed, I recommend:
Get dropped off in the midst of the jungle in the middle of the night, then walk towards the nearest bridge, making sure you time your arrival so that a fine mist is surrounding you that can be illuminated by a truck’s lights approaching from behind, which will cause a rainbow ring 50 meters in diameter to encircle the bridge and you.
In order to be satisfied, I recommend:
Spend hours wandering hungry and lost in an area without sustenance, and make the method of your wandering frustrating and tiring by constantly nearing promisingly bright signs of satisfaction that then dim as soon as you eagerly approach, and then stumble by chance across a dumpster overflowing with perfectly good but irregularly shaped fruit, bread, cheese, and wine.
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