And the Almight stood before them. And in a voice like thunder He proclaimed, "I come before ye to quell the welter." "I come before ye to answer the many whys." "Bring before Me a pristine slate - clean."
The high priestess complied with the request of her beckonings. She brought forth a marble tablet, white as the waves and new fallen snow.
And then the earth trembled and the sky was a blaze with whirling lights and roars.
And then there was a calm, a stillness, a hush.
The many rushed to the white marble tablet. With just a look they knew the work of their creator.
Upon what was once virginal was written - "Something is always better than nothing."
These words gave the tribe comfort and became their way. Now when they questioned with many whys the answer was always the same - "Something is always better than nothing."
It's a line from the flick about the life of Betty Davis - Mommy Dearest. Betty hated metal hangers. I appreciate her piccadillio. I'm the same way. All I have are plastic tube hangers. Well except for the hangers I get from the cleaners.
You used to be able to get plastic hangers in all kinds of pretty colors, but now for some reason the world is much more drab and all I can find is white and on rare occasion black plastic hangers. Perhaps it is a sign,a sign from the gods that the end is nearer. They are taking the colors away.
You think it is all over but it keeps going. The vibrations are +8 on the richter scale. That's just the foreshock. Your conception of here and now becomes tenuous and vague. Then it shifts exponentially. You learn to pray really fast here and there is absolutely no doubt in your mind that the gods exist.
and then the calm -
Nantucket Sleigh Ride
I am pure like snow
for in the whiteness
of the light
I remember nothing.
but still I sense
bathed in bubbled glory
and when again
I am such
t'is but a babe
before the awe.
A nantucket sleigh ride is a moby dickish kind of thing. It is the sensation that one experiences riding in a small craft after harpooning a whale.
It has been rumored that the infamous gonzo digital photographer, Robert "d" Snaps, will be making a rare appearance at the 9th Annual Atlanta Music Midtown. Over the three days of the festival, there will be over 120 performers doing their thing on 10 different stages. Upwards of 300,000 are expected to attend.
Not much is known about Snaps. He maintains a very low informational profile. Reports have it that he is middle aged, about 5'11"/190 lbs., short brownish gray hair, and extremely digital. "d"'s only distinguishing characteristic is that he wears a black eye patch over his left eye accept when he is snapping. Legend are the stories of people who claim to have never been the same after having been snapped out by Robert "d".
I know that most people are going for all the music and to see and be seen, but i am hoping to hook with Robert "d". If I am lucky I might even get snapped out.
i have just come in from the nip of the night. I could stand her tease no longer.
She's done a lot of gigs. She has done it about 52,000,000,001 times and she is getting ready to do it again. It is a big display and lots of people are going to be watching. But there is no dress rehearsal for this kind of thing. She just puts it out and lets it hang.
On Saturday, April 27th, the moon will be full.
On 4/27, I will publish my fourth full moon poem - Hail Holy Light.
Current theory holds that the moon was once part of the Earth. I got the 52,000,000,001, in the above, by assuming that this separation occurred a bit less than 4 1/2 billion years ago and then add one for phun.
I find myself sitting on the floor, with a yellow legal pad staring(staring/starring) me in the face, and a slim, blue, 5 year anniversary service pen, from the company I work for, wedged between the thumb and index fingers of my right hand, wondering what I shall write about. Besides pen and pad, several other familiars are in attendance – cigarette in left hand – pack, lighter, and ash tray on the floor to my right.
I am half dressed – socks, underwear, t – shirt, and robe, sitting cross legged on the floor waiting, waiting for an idea to take me away on a Nantucket Sleigh Ride.
I have lit another cigarette and hold it between the index and σ fingers of my left hand. I am already having trouble. I am having trouble with the names of the digits on the hand. I know thumb, ring, and my favorite – pinkie. One of the remaining digits is the index finger. I would think the index finger is the one that you point with or the one that you follow a list with. That would make the index finger the one next to the thumb. I am really not sure about this though. The index finger could be the digit after the one near the thumb. Regardless (obiter dictum – I came across irregardless several times in Lecarre’s – The Tailor of Panama.(The book was much better than the movie.)) There is still one digit out – a digit for which I have no formal name for. If I am correct about the index finger being the one next to the thumb, then I could call the σ finger the bird finger. But I was hoping for a more technical name for the σ digit.
Time to seek assistance. Time to do some research. Time to investigate. I have an occult book, I think it is called The Book of Zolar, that has a section on palmistry in it. Maybe it formally names the digits of the hand.
The book – The Encyclopedia of Ancient and Forbidden Knowledge – Zolar – 1970, was on the 3rd shelf of my 1st bookcase. When I opened it to find out the copyright date, it gave off a musty old book odor. It was the odor of neglect. I had not had the need for forbidden knowledge in many months. Or at least I had not thought I could find such in a book
Well who would have thunk it? I went to the index. Among the chapters on The Mystery of Sex, forgive me it is Mysteries, and Astrology for Beginners, and the Tarot, is The Other Psychic Sciences – starting on page 378. I thumbed around the 370’s, and on page 382 saw Palmistry. As I skimmed the next page, 383, I came across thumb, index, and then I came across the more technical name for the bird finger. According to Zolar’s Forbidden Knowledge, the finger between the index finger and the ring finger, the σ digit, is the middle finger. Now why didn’t I think of that? In truth, I am not sure how authoritative the encyclopedia is. It calls the pinkie the little finger. Boo!!
We go there not directly but in a helter skelter way. Too much, too soon, so often causes one to go astray. And it is our intention for you not to lose your way. Nay, it is our intention for you to come and then to stay. Stay awhile or longer and may this serve you well. Stay awhile or longer but promise not to tell. That once while you were traveling in a land most far but near, you heard the twinkling of the light, a sound so very dear. More of this we know and more of this we will tell, but first we ask that you stay awhile and with us for some time dwell.
One of the best lines every, right up there with, "You can't handle the truth.", is from Silence of the Lambs. Even Jody couldn't ruin it for me. It's a fav.
I know a little about 8 ball and I can play it however it manifests.
Last Thursday night, I hung out at Whiskers. It's the best neighborhood bar in the world. Good food, live music every night, not crowded but always a little buzz going.
9 P.M. - only the juke box was kicking. I was already shot out before I arrived - Tanqueray vodka. I did the usually, wings and a few Rolling Rocks. Ms. Plum was in tow. We played footzies and I taught Plum how to light my cigarette. Actually it was Lesson I. She had trouble getting my butane lighter to give. Plum did much better with matches.
After food I was ready for something else. Aren't I always?
We repositioned at the back bar with the three pool tables. I had the usually - B&B with coffee on the side. I got Ms. Plum a girlie drink - sweet/alcohol.
At the far left pool table a fat black dude was banging them in all alone. It sounded like he knew what he was doing. After shooting up a rack he sat down at the bar. Why not?
Mack Daddy spanked. I got him good twice. My ballroom days are over but I did make several big money shots. Like up the long end of the green felt, back down, gentle kiss, ball in corner pocket, crowd roars. Can he make the bank shot in the middle? Pow!! Mack Daddy don't miss that one. I was punking out. Ok, I blew some easy shots but it didn't make any difference.
I can be rather intimidating. Not sure exactly how I do it but hey I have been around. The guy completely lost his cool. I don't think he could even zip up his fly.
Well it just goes to show that things aren't what they seem.
It was many, and many, a year ago - probably not buy the see but somewhere - and I was but a wee one, perhaps three or fore. And as the story goes, on a Saturday, the family collected around the tube to watch a classic black & white flick. The leading actress in this movie was Talulah Bankhead. Somehow the name Talulah entered into the conversation and my fancy.
The next day, Sunday, the family fearing the wrath of God, went to church. There I sat in the pew, fidgeting and fussing and just being bad. About 30 minutes into the service the priest announced to the gathering, " Let he who is without sin proudly proclaim the true name of the almighty."
I picked that exact moment to bust loose and began running up and down the aisle shouting with pride and conviction, "Ta! Lu! Lah! Ta! Lu! Lah!" I was a bit hard to catch and continued in this fashion - "Ta! Lu! Lah!" - for what must have seemed to some an eternity.
I'm a bag man. Everybody seems to know. Well it is kinda hard to hide. Am I?
When I want to get a lot of attention I wear a paper bag over my head. I am partial to Kroger paper sacks. I have tried lots of others but a Kroger paper bag fits just right and has a unique fragrance.
"Paper or plastic? Oh paper. You can see through plastic."
I cheat a little when I go Krogering. I roll up the end of the bag so I can just see the ends of my feet. That way I can slowly get around without causing to much damage. But driving is still a bitch.
I don't have car insurance anymore. Yeah, I have had a few accidents. I thought I had it worked out. Only bag on the expressway. You don't have to worry about turning or lights or anything. You can't bag and listen to music too loud. It helps to roll the windows all the way down. If you hear desperate car horns honking from the left - veer right. If you hear a bewildering sound from the right - try easing to the left. But as I found out last time, if you hear horns everywhere you are fucked.
I'm trying to cut back on bagging, especially the driving part, but it's hard. There's something about the crinkle/crackling of new paper as I bag up that still has a hold on me.
i'm getting ready for the 2002 atlanta dogwood festival 4/12 - 4/14. not much is happening on friday 4/12. it is more a day for the artists and crafts people to set up their display areas. the big days are sat. and sun. on both days, from noon until the setting of the sun, there will be continuous live music on three stages. if the weather is nice the event usually pulls about 10,000 people on each of the weekend days.
i am making the dogwood festival into a big photo shot. everything will be out there. dogs and babies and kids and the rest of the human menagerie. i should be able to get upward of 100 pixs.
att broadband is my internet service provider. att gives you 10 mbs. of web space for each of your six allowed email addresses. this afternoon i set up 5 additional accounts. i am going to use fresh fish as the bait to draw viewers to the other six sites, where i will post most of the pixs from the festival. yeah just what i needed. more user names and passwords.
I was sitting on my balcony enjoying the day. it was most wondrous. every now and then a little swirly would come by, a seed pod from a tree. I looked at the tree. I was not familiar with its name but I liked it. there were still a gazillion seeds making ready to fly. to take to the welter and perhaps find a home.
I studied the tree for a bit. gazillion was too large but maybe tens of thousands of little swirly were making ready. but the tree did not know. the tree did not know that there were already enough others. still it made preparations.
the tree was following its instructions. the tree was following the plan. what kind of plan was it?
the plan - even when I am not here. even when I am gone. this is my wish. this is my way. I have arranged things to provide for replacements. even when I am gone.
each morning, even almost before breathing, brandon would assume the position. he would assume the position and say, "even though I am not worthy I partake in the gift of my master." then he would raise the crystal chalice to his lips and drink deep. he chug ga lugged it all. and no matter how many suns he met in this way it was always the same. head up, chalice high, wet, wet, lips. it made him feel good.
brandon was a water brother. brandon was a water brother because the water always told the truth.
in the kitchen, on the frigs, with some magnet thingies - 2 green lucky china's and a dolphin that he liked - was affixed the only thing that brandon knew to be really true - "drink more water. water is necessary for life."
being a water brother was good, but the real reason that brandon was a water brother was because it was fun. you could jug or play spit or watch the rainbow.
it took awhile to get ready to jug. but like all the games it was simple. you drank a lot of water and then know…you drank a lot of water and then you peed in a jug. sometimes the brothers used plastic milk jugs but they really preferred one gallon, glass, juicy red apple jugs. once you jug you will know that a gallon is really out there. but part of the legend is - "one day he will come and be amongst you. you will know him when he jugs."
you can probably guess what spitting is all about. it's a pissing contest. on a good day, with no wind, brandon could do a 9 - nine feet and then some.
doing the rainbow was the most dangerous of the ways that the water brothers showed their devotion. the food coloring boxes all said that prolonged exposure could cause genetic damage. but the rush was worth it. purple pee ruled.
all these games were cool, but sometimes at night, brandon just liked to go out into the dark and enchanting and let it rip as he thought about tomorrow and yesterday and the stars and the moon.
48 oz = 1.36 kg = 3 lbs. I used a 3 lb can of coffee to gauge the scale I have in the bathroom to weigh myself. I fiddled around with the little dial on the side until the center needle was dead on the third hash mark. slowly but surely I have been heading in the wrong direction. slowly but surely I have been gaining weight. an honest scale is the first step in reversing this progression.
I am 5' 11 1/2", so 194 lbs. is not obscene, but my target weight is 185 lbs. do more and eat better. I should be able to drop 10 lbs. in about 2 weeks.
i was conducting a little experiment with this entry. i wanted to see how many characters are supported by the alt tag. if you mouse over the pix you will see that if there is an upper limit to the number of characters that you can include in an alt tag, it must be quite large.
the name on the scale - borg - reminds me of one of my favorite authors - jorge luis borges. tlon, uqbar, orbis tertius is my favorite of his offerings.
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