\t\t\t\tno travels today. only busy work. i ran out of big pictures and i feel ghastly awful. i\u2018ll get over it. i had a baflfing altercation with some software today. babbl-baffling. a fling of baff. up early, though.<\/p>\n
sometimes i feel the stillness in people\u2018s lives. i feel the blank line. the test pattern, the kiss of light that flashed when old televisions were shut off. in college i knew a guy who had no such lines. no stillness. only jagged hills and continuous confusion comprised the terrain of his spirit and his mind.<\/p>\n
between peckings here i look at pages from the oxford book of death, a series of poems and short quotes regarding death,funerals, boneyards, and all that. i found a pretty darn good poem today, by Patric Pepper, about death. i found it last week, actually, but shared it today, and sharing something makes it feel new. that poem belongs in this Oxford anthology, i think.<\/p>\n
i have always liked the anthology, or the Omnibus. it is not a genre but a format.<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
\nDark house
\nI stand inside.
\nMystery specks of noise are
\nof no concern.
\nNot now.
\nDoors opened, their
\nshadows unbroken like
\ncobwebs and
\nstains which the
\nfamily tourist
\ndecrees must be
\npreserved.<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
A woman who walks past my apartment at least a dozen times a day just walked past here. I first noticed here a couple of years ago for nothing more than the prodigious number of times she walked past my window each day. It is not a busy thoroughfare on which I live. On other streets she might pass unnoticed were she to walk past a thousand times a day. For years all \u314f\u315c\u3137\u3148 \u3150\u3139 \u3157\u3137\u3131 \u3148\u3141\u3134 \u3145\uc18c\uc19c\u3145 \u3134\ub178\ub17f \u3148\u3141\ubbf8\u314f\u3137\u3147 \u3154\u3141\u3134\u3145, \u3148\u3141\ubbf8\u314f\u3137\u3147<\/p>\n
\nhokay, that was amusing. through some magical stroking of these keys i somehow switched this keyboard from the english language to Korean. i wonder what i said in that language?<\/p>\n
\nso as i was saying, for years all i knew of this woman was how she walked and walked and walked, yabbing into her cell phone sometimes but mostly just a walkin\u2018. she was a silent figure until last week when she passed within a few feet of me and, yabbing into her cell phone, shared with me the story of her abusive ex-boyfriend who just got out of Rikers and who asked her for a place to stay and she said fuck you and then his mother called and she told his mother to fuck off and then she called someone who called someone else who called another person whocalled her back and next thing you know she\u2018s letting this dude stay at her place \u201cbut if he so much as breaks a fork i\u2018m calling his parole officer!\u201c and since hearing her say that i have been hung up on the standard of breaking a fork. how common is fork-breaking and in what world of ours is that a standard for misbehaviour?<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
a discussion of the old trick question \u201cwho is buried in grant\u2018s tomb?\u201c (nobody, for it is an above-ground mausoleum) reminds me of a college friend who thought i was a dumbass for thinking that the song \u201cLola\u201c y the Kinks was a song about a young man\u2018s encounter with a transsexual. \u201cit\u2018s a beautiful love song!\u201c he said, to which I replied that it may well be a tender love ballad but if it is then it happens to be a tender love ballad about a young man\u2018s fling with a transsexual. \u201cno!\u201c \u201cyes!\u201c \u201cno fucking way!\u201c \u201cyes fucking way!\u201c i quoted some lines from the song but he was not to be persuaded from thinking that Lola was a hot babe, purely feminine, oh yeah. i do not begrudge anyone for hearing lyrics to rock songs incorrectly,or for misinterpreting their message. for most of my youth i thought bands like the B-52s and Cheap Trick were bad, bad influences, their music a scourge and a blight on decent folk. today i hear the B-52s and their songs are such a joyful tonic, and Cheap\u3146\u3131\uac38\uac4f\uac38\ucc28’\u3134 ” \u3148\u3141\ubb34\ubb47 \u315b\u3150\u3155 \u3145\uc0c8 \u3149\u3141\ubb34\ubb47 \u3137” \u3151\u3134 \u3141 \u3145\u3137\ub450\ub465\u3137\u3131 \u3163\u3150\u314d\u3137 \u3134\ub0b4\u315c\u314e \u3148\uc870\uc877\u3131\u3137 \u3145\uc18c\uc1c4\u3155\u314e\ud638\ud64b \u3145\uc18c\uc193 \u3160\u3141\ubb34\ubb49 \u3148\u3141\u3134 \u314e\ud574\u3151\u315c\u314e \u3139\ub798\ub799 \u3134\u3137\u314c \u3141\ubb34\ubb49 \u3147\u3137\ub4c0\ub4d0\ub4c0\uba70\uba87\uba70\ucd08\ucd0f\u3131\uad50.<\/p>\n
\nTrick\u2018s \u201cI Want You To Want Me\u201c is a tender love song where I assumed that rock & roll bands such as theirs sang only of sex addiction and debaucherous living.<\/p>\n
What is with this Freedom Pro Keyboard lurching into Korean? That\u2018s never happened until now. Maybe some teen hack0r phreak is playing games with me, video taping my face from across the street and mining it for material as i react to her zapping my keyboard into Korean.<\/p>\n
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