In a notably bitter wind….

Ffolkes,

“We turn not older with years, but newer every day.”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

penguin-eye

Spare any fish, mister?….

Hajime…. As predicted yesterday, and many times previously, I’m back. That isn’t to say I am claiming any kudos, or expect any acknowledgment. It’s merely taking note of what exists, for now. In the final analysis, after all, we don’t have anything else but what exists now; yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is but a dream, right? Right. So, we take it as it comes, do the best we can, and move on down the road to the next moment, all with as much aplomb as we find comfortable…. Simple creatures, we are, in truth. We just don’t remember it often….

I don’t have a lot today; yesterday turned out pretty busy, in a good way. I spent the afternoon reconnecting with an old friend; we hadn’t seen each other for about 12 or more years, so, we had some ground to cover; it was good, especially when one considers all the possibilities that are engendered when two old farts start trading memories. We had a great time, and are both looking forward to staying in touch. Since all this was happening when my physical issues seem to be resolving positively, it turned into a fine day….

In the interests of not pushing our luck, I’m going with what I’ve got. It’s not too shabby; the new poem finished leaking onto the screen, and there’s a pretty fine old-school pearl to ponder. The poem’s a bit strange, but, then, so am I. Go figure, eh? Let’s get on with it, before I lose my nerve…. I say that, of course, in the hope I do have some nerve left…. Ha! Onward into the day, ffolkes. Hang on…..

Shall we pearl?….

“Truth, like surgery, may hurt. But it cures.”

~~ Han Suyin ~~

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Comedy_Tragedy

Meander….

Inimitable, grieving, garnering mere bargains, to taste;
naked apes, priapic by nature and choice,
filled up the only valid chalice, laid it to waste,
nobody asked, nor ever raised a single voice.

Formidable, dreams becoming so real;
clearly extraordinary, in a tawdry sense.
Deals to make, illusions to steal,
busy, busy, building fence after fence.

True nature’s existence, so to speak,
rests interiorly, as well as in your face.
Duality’s persistent insistence ain’t weak;
ignorance of reality leaves not a single trace.

Herds of commonality congregate before portals
shaking each other by the collar as they dance.
Chasing their illusionary dreams, as if they weren’t mortals,
born believing they ever had a chance.

Irony lives deep in the human soul, part, parcel, post;
holding four aces, betting a pair of jacks, or queens.
Expedience beckons toward mendacity, at most,
fox mocking grapes, while it dances and preens.

The wheel turns, inevitable, ponderously mundane,
grinding grain, chaff, and dust.
Bolstering connections aids those who may abstain
from the paltry tale of the bold, and just.

~~ gigoid ~~

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pearls_3

Naked Pearls

I yam what I yam….

*******

“Our quarrel with the world is an echo
of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.”

~~ Eric Hoffer ~~

*******

“It’s not denial.
I’m just very selective about what I accept as reality.”

~~ Calvin (“Calvin and Hobbes”) ~~

*******

“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along,
listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”

~~ Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

*******

1. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
2. Allow the experience of fresh air
and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
3. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
4. When it’s in your best interest, always practice obedience.
5. Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
6. Take naps and always stretch before rising.
7. Run, romp, and play daily.
8. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
9. Be loyal.
10. Never pretend to be something you’re not.
11. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
12. When someone is having a bad day,
be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
13. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
14. Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
15. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
16. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
17. When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
18. No matter how often you are criticized,
don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout.
Run right back and make friends.

~~ Things We Can Learn from a Dog ~~

*******

“Ah, fill the Cup: – what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday,
Why fret about them if To-day be sweet!”

~~ Omar Khayyam (fl. 1100) ~~

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“I exist as I am, that is enough.”

~~ Walt Whitman ~~

*******

“The supreme irony of life is hardly anyone ever gets out of it alive.”

~~ Robert Heinlein ~~

*******

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That will have to do. Duty, and the events of the upcoming day are calling me. If you’ll pardon me, I shall now go forth, and ignore as much of that call as I can, as is our habit as humans. Y’all have a good one, ffolkes. I’ll see if I can’t put another one together for tomorrow…. See ya….

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

Dozer

À bientôt, mon cherí….

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One thought on “In a notably bitter wind….

  1. WeLL.. gigoid.. day late here…
    and what i alWays find day after
    Holy and Sacred Thursday R and R day
    now that has lately still comprised a great
    deal of writing away from the escape to dance..
    is.. when i dance i write even more as it opens
    uP my SpiRit.. mY heArt.. my miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG
    soUL.. so sure.. thEre is science noW.. that GroWs BriGhter liGht..
    to art and
    let’s Dance
    too.. as surely
    the opposite sex
    inspires my innate..
    instinct.. and intuition too..
    changing the Balance of even
    neurochemicals and neurohormones
    of hUman SoUL.. revved up as they say
    for productivity and creativity as the libido
    comes out that way too.. oh.. the hUman
    Nature when understood can be
    used for more more more..
    and more more more..
    productivity and
    creativity too..
    beyond
    the
    greater piles
    of diapers and other
    stuff limited.. just to the
    pre-technology ways of
    creativity more strictly as
    work of the night or even
    day per se.. okay that makes
    a nice tall lamp.. as i notice now the
    base is filling end as i felt some words oF liGht..
    as i continue to Dream on here.. in lucid waKing way..:)

    And OBTW.. my wife’s Big Screen
    in Walmart way has been ‘prompting’
    me in synchronicity ways of commercial
    TV success.. hehe.. Art’s the only
    thing i see and DancE aT
    WalFucKinGmArt..
    hmm.. wondering
    now too.. iF iT
    WiLL be enough
    to carry me through
    two gigoid posts of
    Sages of Wisdom
    hmm.. as
    sacred
    fool
    me SinGS
    and DanceS oN haha!2..;)

    “We turn not older with years, but newer every day.”

    ~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

    FucKinG yes..Sister
    Like magicK
    FucKinG heARt..;)

    Spare any fish, mister?….

    -gigoid

    No.. i only
    multiply
    words.. heHE..;)

    “Truth, like surgery, may hurt. But it cures.”

    ~~ Han Suyin ~~

    i often find that
    Truth and liGht
    comes
    back like
    a thief in the
    night too.. or an
    unexpected Hurricane
    Dinner Guest with a calm
    eYe and DeMon-like Breeze.. now..
    it’s almost like all of reaLiTy at core iS poETry..
    oF
    DaRk
    and liGht..
    and DancE and SonG..
    WiTH a Calm and Center noW
    eYe that expands Winds all Around..
    inside.. outside.. above and so below2..
    yeah.. that’s
    noW iT.. likE a
    Hurricane oF
    Words Flow
    and Wave
    Now likE
    A Lamp oF Fire
    thAT hAS no Moon
    or Sun or Emerald
    Walls and Golden
    Pearl GAted Floors oF Love..:)

    OBTW.. i reAlly Loved your poem..
    and now back to Sacred Fool.. Feat..;)

    “Our quarrel with the world is an echo
    of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.”

    ~~ Eric Hoffer ~~

    Ain’t that the truth.. iF the
    Charmin starts out soft
    and sweet..
    no matter
    what shit
    comes in life..
    it doesn’t fAll aPart..
    yes.. the world is all warm
    and fuzzy to me.. like heated
    toilet paper in a cold outhouse..;)

    “It’s not denial.
    I’m just very selective about what I accept as reality.”

    ~~ Calvin (“Calvin and Hobbes”) ~~

    Rose scented toilet paper
    that’s all i use
    when
    shit
    happens..;)

    “Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along,
    listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”

    ~~ Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

    Unless you really
    have to
    go.. Pooh..
    and the walk
    to the Walmart Bathroom
    is a long long way in that huge parking lot..
    no shit that
    happened
    to me
    yesterday..
    literally thank God
    until i got to the
    appropriate then..
    Holding container..
    thinking to myself.. every
    body FucKinG nows me in
    this place and will never forget
    it.. ’cause i’m the Dancing Guy.. with these
    light colored pastel yellow shorts on.. if i don’t
    get there..
    QUICK
    STEP..
    i remain accident free..
    but there was that time
    in Biloxi on the two mile
    or so walk after that big
    buffet.. between
    Casino’s..
    anyway..
    that’s another story..
    and quick Dance step2..
    And what really sucks about being
    wild and free.. beFore.. you just FucKinG fertilized
    Nature more and went on your Merry forAginG way..
    alWays
    A deeper
    meaning to
    shit.. huh..;)

    I lEarn everything from
    my CAt.. and mostly
    cover
    my
    shit..
    well enough.. i guess..;)

    “Ah, fill the Cup: – what boots it to repeat
    How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
    Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday,
    Why fret about them if To-day be sweet!”

    ~~ Omar Khayyam (fl. 1100) ~~

    My chalice is simply
    overflowing
    with free shit..
    foR noW..@leASt..;)

    “I exist as I am, that is enough.”

    ~~ Walt Whitman ~~

    *******

    “The supreme irony of life is hardly anyone ever gets out of it alive.”

    ~~ Robert Heinlein ~~

    i’Ve already covered these two
    in a previous response..
    but i’LL cover
    them again..
    by simply
    exposing them noW
    aS let the shit be as is..;)

    And now off to get up
    to day
    now
    in gigoid
    blog post prepared way..:)

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