Platoons of hopeful myrmidons….

Ffolkes,

“When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport;
when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~

tower bridge

The Tower of London from mid-Thames

Hajime…. I seem to have reached a plateau, where sitting for a few moments isn’t quite as painful as has been true for the past couple weeks. The process of healing has progressed slowly, as I was/am not entirely certain exactly how and what was injured in my lower back and hips. The symptoms have determined the treatment, as I’ve had to seek and discover ways of moving, and performing normal activities in new ways, to keep from making the pain excruciatingly debilitating. The movements I’ve discovered have told me a new story about what is going on, a story I don’t much like, so far….

What I’ve discovered, and will now discuss with my new Doc, is this: my spinal discs are toast, especially those in the lumbar region. In fact, they probably look like toast, with a grainy, brown, OLD look and feel to them, to go along with the degraded performance of their function. Maybe some peanut butter would help it hold together a little better; ya think? At any rate, I now must perform a new batch of research, to find out just what I CAN do, to improve what is basically an age-related condition, made worse by long-term over-use. Then, of course, comes the difficult part, the reconditioning, to make it strong again…. I have a feeling that may never happen to the degree I’d like to see….

This all bodes ill for writing. Though it seems to have stimulated a few of my poetry genes, it doesn’t much help when I cannot sit long enough to get the words out of my head, onto the screen, much less spend time perusing and editing, to work it into the shape it must assume to fit my inner vision. On the other hand, maybe it will improve my work, since I’ll have to be as efficient a I can, in order to get any of it down in the two or three paragraphs worth of time I can tolerate….

As you see, we’ve reached such a distinction; I’ll quit complaining, & get on with the rest of this, so I’ll have something to post, maybe even tomorrow… whenever THAT is. For now, let’s do this, just as if things were as they’ve always been around here… which, considering the state of disarray in which we find ourselves, is exactly the case….

I do have one good piece of news to relate in this milieu; there’s no rant today, at all. I don’t feel like recycling an old one, and I can’t sit long enough to create one. Hence, I’ll abstain, doing us all a small favor…. With that bonus fresh in mind, let’s get this slow on the toad….

Shall we pearl?….

“Anybody remotely interesting is mad, in some way or another.”

~~ Dr. Who ~~

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gil scott heron

Gil Scott Heron

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I feel gritty, and real. Can’t get any more real than this…. Pretty gritty, too.

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Gil Scott Heron Live

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Comedy_Tragedy

Neurons/Parade Rest

Forlorn, he thought, but, then,
no, not really so.
Old, sad, strong; polluted by time’s red pen.
Nowhere left, to be, nor to go.

Tricks, not treats, forever remote,
strike fear into hearts fettered in fog.
Biting deep, stinging, we simper by common rote,
mired eternally in such bilious bog.

Torturous vision, bloody, capitulates in duplicate;
don’t ask for whom the spell trolls.
Ambiguity is real, impossible to extricate,
that’s how it rocks, then rolls.

Spiteful instruments offer no respite, patently.
Filigree lacks properly significant doubt.
Alternative answers formulate motivation, elegantly,
portraying reality as a vulgar lout.

Poltroons, there’s a good word,
for idiotic farmers, enthusiasts who borrow
time, filled with the blood of a bird;
solitary, the trickster cannot follow.

Affable moments trip the light, fantastic;
salacious intimacies fill a shimmering bower.
Night falls, eventually, monastic;
eternity calls with irresistible power.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/11 – 8/15/2016

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pearls_3

Naked Pearls

Life at Large

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“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge, you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”

~~ Kurt Vonnegut ~~

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” It is Maya!
Dost thou not know her?
Illusion — dreams — phantoms.
But, to the wise, Maya is more.
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But, to the wise, Maya is more.
Look around:
All that thou see’st,
Trees and shrubs, The grass at thy feet,
All that walks or creeps,
All that flies from tree to tree,
All is unreal: All is Maya.
Our bodies, our limbs, our very thoughts.
We ourselves are slaves to Maya.
What remaineth? Who can say?
Love to the lover,
The child to the mother,
The song to the singer,
God to the worshipper;
These, wandering thro’ the world of Maya,
Are perchance shadows of that which is.”

~~ Holst, Savitri (based upon the sanskrit Mahabharata) ~~

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“Learn what you are and be such. “

~~ Pindar ~~

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Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times,
it’s the only time we’ve got.
— Art Buchwald

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“I wanted a perfect ending …
Now I’ve learned, the hard way,
that some poems don’t rhyme,
and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change,
taking the moment and making the best of it,
without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious ambiguity.”

~~ Gilda Radner ~~

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“Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone?”

~~ Joni Mitchell, “Pave Paradise” ~~

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“Don’t ask me where I’m going,
Just listen when I’m gone
And far away you’ll hear me singing softly to the dawn”

~~ Pippin ~~

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Such as it is, there ’tis. It’s been only three days since last posting, & it will be interesting to see if I get any traffic. I’ve been unable to visit my friends’ blogs much, which is necessary to maintain any sort of audience in blog-land. But, my last absence did produce a massive number of likes, perhaps a record for this blog, so, we’ll see what happens, and be happy with it…. I might even be able to answer some comments this time, since I can sit a little more…. we’ll see how that goes…. It is apparently going to take at least three days to put together enough material to post; I’m hoping it won’t be longer, but, only time will tell. Until I can do so again, y’all be well, and happy as you may….. I will be back, and, though I can’t say when; I will see y’all then…. Count on that….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

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9 thoughts on “Platoons of hopeful myrmidons….

  1. Sorry to hear about the back…it sucks large. But it is good to see you giving it the old college try…..my music of the day is Ibanez…the guitar is great mood enhancer…..take care of the bod…it is the only one you have…..hope to see you more….chuq

  2. Hope for the best for you my friend..
    on what sounds like a deteriorating
    condition of your lower spine as you describe it..
    and no.. it’s nothing to be not too cautious about as
    Ankylosing Spondylitis.. if it were/could be this condition is
    certainly potentially catastrophic in impact as our therapist
    whose husband was a college athlete
    in his upper 50’s went without diagnosis
    and with some back pain..
    was walking in a Walmart
    and literally crumbled to
    the floor.. unexpected..
    and is now
    a partial
    quadriplegic
    with limited use
    of arms after much
    recovery now.. so yes..
    good to get it checked out
    thoroughly by your Doctor in case
    it might be as serious as that.. happy to
    see you back at any rate.. and nice to see
    you writing here again.. friend gigoid.. and always
    inspiring of course for more words that fluidly come
    for me.. in the intelligence that knows nothing.. hehe..
    as Sargent Schultz might say in German Army secret way..
    for platoon hope to go with this too of course.. as the beat goeS on..
    and on.. per.. as you quote.. here2..

    “Don’t ask me where I’m going,
    Just listen when I’m gone
    And far away you’ll hear me
    singing softly to the dawn”

    ~~ Pippin ~~

    Words of last
    morning before
    evening
    Dawn my
    FriEnd..:)

    “Learn what
    you are and be such. “

    ~~ Pindar ~~

    Jesus F. in Christ
    for me at least that
    took 53 years.. and
    three more until now..
    but that’s not too unusual..
    the comic hero Hell Boy2
    had the same comic
    maturing issue too..
    ugh..
    but
    i am iSREAL..;)

    “Whether it’s the
    best of times or the worst of times,
    it’s the only time we’ve got.”

    — Art Buchwald

    No escape..
    always best to
    eat drink and merry
    life the best we can..;)

    “I wanted a perfect ending …
    Now I’ve learned, the hard way,
    that some poems don’t rhyme,
    and some stories don’t have a
    clear beginning, middle, and end.
    Life is about not knowing, having to change,
    taking the moment and making the best of it,
    without knowing what’s going to happen next.
    Delicious ambiguity.”

    ~~ Gilda Radner ~~

    I don’t suppose my therapist
    husband would have wanted to
    know his future at the beginning
    of his last hurrah.. not knowing
    is all the beauty of
    life.. at least
    to me too..
    and hope when
    possible is the tea
    that steeps me higher..
    ’cause i can and will go higher
    as long as long as be is now higher..
    i’m not getting any younger except for the
    essence of how i feel.. and is anything real
    but essence.. ask a brick how it feels.. square
    and hard.. without any doughnut feeling inside..;)

    “Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone?”

    ~~ Joni Mitchell, “Pave Paradise” ~~

    i know/feel this all too well after facing it on my last
    death stand several times over.. and wanting to
    die more than anything in the world.. now..
    i love to live..
    last
    note
    of my life now..
    and epic will be
    now real lonG..
    as LovE LonG
    as i can SinG
    and DancE
    this SonG
    and even
    feeL iT
    one
    more now..
    and heHe.. no matter what..
    it ain’t goin’ anyWhere for
    short now his is no longer
    the flesh and blood world
    this is online.. where nothing
    rots… not even flesh.. as long
    as servers.. serve it up.. for free as free
    may never die another day.. in essence and
    form the same my friend.. when organic enough to SinG..
    and that is why i leaf sMiLes that last.. as forevernow IS A long now now..
    and a tree
    that kNows
    FeeLs
    no frost
    iN WiNter
    of killing leaves..:)

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