Start of rush hour, Originally uploaded by glazzeye
just the parenthesis, plz January 13, 2010
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I thought about what it’s like to be five, and then what being fifty is like. Is it bad if that’s where I want to be? Five or fifty; in no particular order?
What if we could skip middle age, quarter age, all the stuff inside – true, we’d only have a shell, but I always thought frames were more attractive than the eyes themselves. Is that shallow of me?
Or what if you could flip the inside out – like how some people eat mangoes? Then the shell doesn’t matter so much, other than holding the insides together.
What if you were to walk along the inside of a picture frame, like a maze? I always hit dead ends in the mazes, and then tried to start all over again instead of re-tracing my steps to where I could have re-routed.
There’s a typeface I really enjoyed as a kid that was only useful on the computer: I think it was called Marching Ants. There would be a moving stream of dotted lines around the font – but when I printed it out, it didn’t exactly have the same effect. What if we were marching ants, or dotted lines?
Colouring things in was always the last step I took when making pictures.
a cloudy sketch January 1, 2010
2010 .. it’s here. Ready or not, I have few thoughts I have the courage to face head-on.
An email from an old friend helps me lift my eyes up, to where my Help comes from. Hope it will strengthen you too for the new year.
God’s strength in weakness
Abraham was too old to leave home and make such a
drastic move to a hostile and totally unknown land,
Joseph was badly abused, mocked, humiliated, put into
slavery, the deed done by his own brother’s hands.
Jonah was a coward, he tried to run away from God and
when he was stopped was a reluctant preacher and mad,
David was an adulterer who killed to get his prize, a
rotten father, who produced children who were bad.
Timothy was sickly, timid, considered far too young to be
accepted by the people he was sent to teach,
His mentor Paul had health problems, poor eyesight and
his teachings were at the best of times, a little deep.
Then there was Rahab; a prostitute, hardly a person with
prospects of being accepted by any religious group,
Samson was co-dependent, fickle, easily fooled, a
womanizer who was finally reduced to a wimp in a coup.
Martha had problems with worry, a critical spirit,
choosing to be too practical, and made a bad choice,
Elijah ran and hid from a woman; wallowed in self pity, so
depressed that he almost missed God’s voice.
Thomas was a doubter; he needed to see with his own
eyes the scars of Christ before he would believe,
Jeremiah was depressed, fed up with God’s people,
wondering all his life if his people would ever be freed.
Jacob was insecure; Naomi a widow, the Samaritan woman
had problems, difficulties with a number of men,
But God uses weak, but forgiven people; fallible humans
to turn the world upside down again and again and again.
- RT
Calling September 23, 2009
I lit the lamp against the slated rain
it won’t burn out – electricity is immortal to the elements
You sat outside my window, waiting
like some fat cat or hungry raccoon, watching
Entry by some glass-eyed door, the kind only big enough for rich fools to pass. We are worldly, are we not?
It’s raining, dear, and the leaves are wet. But we rake, insistently
Who knows, maybe it will gain root,
this passage of thought seeping between our bodies like an underground tunnel yet to be financed. London calling to the underworld. Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls. Solace: Sherlock will tell us when.
And almost beneath everyone’s notice,
it stops
Like a trapped watch beneath rubble buried, forgotten, forsaken by rescuers and heroes, while this person still breathes beneath – was it your wrist or mine, who stopped the ticktocking that made us alive?
7 or 9 July 31, 2008
i lotioned my feet and didnt bring the keys
i’ll be coming back anyways
the voice outside the mailbox took a MESSAGE for me a MESSAGE for me a MESSAGE for m–
hello?
i walked past a dodge van called desire and found that the street
names in france, in amorous italy and the southeast corner of england
are all my own.
it’s okay i was told.
PRESS 7 TO DELETE OR 9 TO–
i rushed through dinner because ugly betty is at 8 o’clock but today is wednesday and there are shadows becoming supermodels instead
PRESS 7 TO–
seven
so i lotioned my feet and walked past wednesday nights,
all stacked blue and green on the curb
grey matter
grey matter turning pink and sometimes blue if there’s any left
kisses threatened overhead
and flashlight ceilings strip light on sexy suburbs
what?
SEX-IE. SUB-URBS.
oh
like i said, the streetnames in france, amorous italy and the southeast corner
of england
remind me of what i already know
what i already kno
i love my family
-i know that
i love my family
-i know.
i love–
-i know
home is the point of going ..
it’s okay.
epilogue
the grey kisses threatened overhead, thrown around in rumbles
until it fell on her
first on her arm, then on her forehead
bisou…..bisou……
luckily she was already on her porch before she could be smothered in them all
the grey kisses threatened overhead, thrown around in rumbles
until it fell on her
first on her arm, then on her forehead
bisou…..bisou……
luckily she was already on her porch before she could be smothered in them all
vl, toronto
