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Yearly Archives: 2002
A play in one act
Cast: Miguel, “Despair” (played by Michael J. Pollard), Alpha.
Despair: [bouncing optimistically on bed] “Alarm’s going to go off in like half an hour, might as well get up. No chance of falling back to sleep anyway. Don’t want to be late for root canal!”
Miguel: “Go away.”
Despair: “Plus, it’s Monday, so traffic’s going to suck. And we don’t want to be late for our dead-end clerical job, do we?”
Miguel: “Mmm, coffee.”
Despair: “Ha. Published anything lately? Mr. Writer? Give up, man.”
Miguel: “Mmm, bread.”
Despair: “Useless. Wasn’t that a nice little Glock we saw at the gun shop way back when? I haven’t forgotten it, and neither have you. One round in the temple, you wouldn’t feel a thing. Think about it.”
Alpha: “Morning honey. Have you seen, more blossoms have opened on the apple tree. And the little cherry tree’s blooming too.”
Miguel: “Yes, they’re beautiful.”
Despair: [fading] “See ya round, pal.”
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Busy
I’m quite busy today, so you may construct your own Feral Living post using as many of the following words as possible:
Shrew, headless, cats, barf, turtle, toes, Gamma, incorrigible, cello, warthog, strangle, Dobl
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Melly
Until further notice, Melly and Marvin her cute baby are at kd’s place.
Oh, also at Spacecheese, I see.
Mmm, melly-meme.
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Kitten and Uzi redesign
It’s nice. Go there now.
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Are the snakes here dangerous?
They thought you’d say this: unlikely phrases from real phrase books.
Must I swallow them whole?
Devo engoli-los inteiros?
I’m going to prescribe some suppositories.
Ik geef u een recept voor zetpillen.
She has excellent breasts.
Mae bronnau ardderchog da hi.
What year is it?
Ke ngwaga wa bokaye?
I had yams and fish for two days, and then I ate fern roots.
He ape ne ka i-a ka’u no elua la, a mahope ai au i ka hapuu.
How many years will you stay in Nepal?
Nepaalmaa kati barsa basne?
Here’s to future cooperation between our organizations!
Za nashe budushchee sotrudnichestvo!
[via Uren.Dagen.Nachten.]
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Poetry month VI
Only breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion.
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
The Essential Rumi, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne, Copyright 1995 by Coleman Barks, HarperSanFrancisco
One more Rumi poem:
There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
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