After today’s list of tasks are done, I should have a bit more time for computer work. Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll be around more, but, the odds are better, at least. Due to the ubiquitous presence of Murphy in my life, I’d say it will be two days before a fresh Pearl makes an appearance… In any case, here is one from the archives, from the days of opioid addiction….with a rant from even earlier. I hope you enjoy it all, & I’ll see y’all in the relatively near future. Be well, etc….
ā The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastardsā
~~ Alexander Jablokov, āThe Place of No Shadowsā ~~
Natural Symmetry/Balance
Hajimeā¦.. All of us, during our lives, must learn to live with disappointment; itās one of our most important tasks. For example, yesterday, I said I would have a new Pearl ready, one worth reading. Well, that isnāt happeningā¦. Oh, Iāve created a Pearl, but, as to its worth, I cannot be certain enough to say it is worth reading. I did, of course, and Iām still standing, so, we know itās not toxic; whether it reaches the level of literature weāve come to expect is another matter, one you may take up with your legal team, if you have one. My team says, bring it onā¦.
Hah! I donāt have a legal team, and neither do you, since none of yāall areā¦
“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes anyway I want to.”
~~ Stripes the tiger ~~
I spy a spider!….
Hajime…. It’s been, literally, months since I last experienced such an uncomfortable night’s sleep. Hip, leg, & back pain got me up 3 times during the endless night, soothed only by immersion in hot water. While making it tolerable, such treatment has no lasting effect on the condition, so I decided to finish the current Pearl in the works, & get it posted while I’m forced to remain non-ambulatory by the pain. SIGH…. Ah, well, I can tolerate one night’s lack of slumber; I just hope I can settle it down enough to get my exercise in today….
To create the impression I’m efficient, and actually know what I’m about, I’m going to forgo any further attempts to rationalize my inefficiency, or my recent absence here in cyberspace. Instead, we’ll just get on with it, & do whatever it takes to get this slow on the toad. Whatever THAT means…. I’ll even go so far as to not pretend I’m employing any of our infamous tricks to get us down the page, but, rather, merely say….
Shall we Pearl?….
“A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care
that balances are correct.”
~~ from “Manual of Maud’Dib” by the Princess Irulan ~~
~~ from “Dune” by Frank Herbert ~~
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The image used for this section today is, as many of y’all may know, Kokopelli, the Hopi/Navaho trickster. It is NOT a picture of today’s guest artist, a magic dragon, because, apparently, images of magic dragons cause Windows to freak out. Don’t worry, you’ll get to see him, in action, in the embedded video of his performances as a runner-up finalist in America’s Got Talent in 2015. You can find him via Google, where there are links to his website. Frankly, he’s funny as hell, and a pretty good magician, too…. Enjoy!….
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Piff The Magic Dragon
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Denial of Comfort
Baleful chairs become the enemy, heralded in red
seemingly welcome softness beckons with a smile,
waiting, content with slaughter, they are finally led
screaming in agony, deluged in venom all the while.
Desperate distraction becomes such a friendless fire
for all the patterns of autumn’s pale dismay,
leaving sincerely latent trails in spirals of twisted wire,
while memory insists, again, upon failure, palpably evil, and fey.
Fat, jaded tears would have fallen in good time,
if only the suitable suitor had scaled the garden’s wall.
Credence for discounted prices luckily in their prime
bring only fascinated eyes into such a hallowed hall.
Searching for answers is ever a clever portrayal
with studious accouterments to fulfill each common rule.
Arguably patient pictures of science and honest betrayal
shall evermore languish, in light of passion so elegantly cruel.
~~ gigoid ~~
9/19/2012
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Naked Pearls
Hmmm….
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“Still round the corner there may wait,
A new road or a secret gate.”
~~ J. R. R. Tolkien ~~
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“Why are we here?
Because we are here.
Roll the bones.”
~~ Rush, “Roll The Bones” ~~
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“If you want to know all about the sea,
you go and ask a sailor, or a marine biologist, or an oceanographer,
and they can tell you a lot about the sea.
But if you go and ask the sea itself, what does it say?
Grumble, grumble, swish swish.
It is too busy being itself
to know anything about itself.”
~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~
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“The light is reached not by turning back from the darkness,
but by going through it.”
~~ Leonard Roy Frank ~~
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“Cat advice: Take some time to eat the flowers.”
~~ Subtle Bee ~~
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“The secret of a good sex life is to have a good sex life….
In otherĀ words, kid, don’t let yer meat loaf.”
~~ R. Crumb ~~
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“If I don’t meet you no more in this world
Then I’ll see you in the next one.
Don’t be late”
~~ Jimi Hendrix ~~
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Hmm…. not bad for what it is, I’d say. But, then, I’d say that no matter how it turned out; professional responsibility, y’know? Besides, such a throw-away comment isn’t altogether out of place, since we’re here at the end, where it can’t cause any further harm. Or, for that matter, any further interest. I suppose they can’t all be brilliant. ‘Twould be nice to see, though, if only once. SIGH…. Never mind, no need to get all maudlin at this stage. Let’s just issue the usual caveats, & be done with it, shall we? Be well, mes amis, be happy as you may be, and non carborundum illegitimi (never let the bastards get you down….)! See ya, ffolkes….
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.
Yay, WP…. the reblog button is back! Great news for those of us who are no longer consistently posting every day. A fresh Pearl is in the works, so, here is a very fine Pearl from the latter portion of my time in Hell. There is some good discussion, a fine poem, and a bunch of interesting comments. I hope you enjoy it, & will commit to post new material in a day, or perhaps, two. Until then, be well, be happy, & get some damn exercise. I can attest, it’s good for ya, and feels good, too! Moreover, it tends to obfuscate the overall level of strangeness which might otherwise be noted…. Well, sometimes, anyway. Any who, see ya, soon enough….
there is a feeling in your heart that will never end.ā
~~ The Monkees ~~
Leelu, the Invisible Magicat
Hajimeā¦. Patience can be hard. Since to explain that would eliminate all the style points I made for not complaining in the first place, I think Iāll just say Iād like to see anyone ride a unicycle with one foot tied behind their back, as I have been for many moons now, while fighting off the pain Iāve had the past three days, and still be patient. But, anyone trying wouldnāt be interested in why it should, or shouldnāt, have been brought up at all. Then, we could point out how non sequitor that was, and go on to the next paragraph.
Sorry. Got lost there, trying to find my way back to my original thought, and got completely twisted around, untilā¦
“You cannot conquer a free man, the most you can do is kill him.”
~~ Robert Heinlein ~~
Sonoma County Sunset On Fire….
Hajime…. R.D. Laing, a Scottish psychiatrist who wrote extensively on the experience of psychosis,Ā once said, “Insanity — a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.” Considering my own experiences in living in today’s world, I can but agree, wholeheartedly. In fact, my recent extensive forays into the world at large have been little else than a continuing series of solid evidence supporting this idea. It also has been verification of my own decision to embrace and enjoy my own reaction to most of what occurs in my presence… In short, I no longer suffer from my tendencies to retreat into unreality; instead, I have embraced it, and learned to appreciate the irony that punctuates every insane act I see around me, as well as those I commit myself….
Oh, fear not, gentle reader; I haven’t gone completely off the rails; it only LOOKS that way. Mostly, I am using the unique perspective I find to be so useful for mitigating the angst that would otherwise build up to the point of explosion, leaking it out, instead, in tiny bursts of laughter (which, admittedly, can startle the natives, confusing them unmercifully….) and random acts of kindness and generosity, which few understand, but make me impervious to the ill effects of self-denigration. If that’s unclear, well, so be it. I find myself less concerned with what others think of me than has long been the case, and the sense of liberation is exquisite….
I suppose this is all a long-winded attempt to explain some of my absence, but, in looking back over what I’ve written thus far, I see it falls short of clarity. Since we’re already three paragraphs into this intro, it might be prudent to cease attempting to explain, or, even worse, justify my recent lack of production, & get on with what we have for today’s mess, if only to save a bit of time. Of course, saving time is merely another of our illusions; time is what we use to keep track of all that stuff that isn’t happening NOW, & cannot really be ‘saved’, or ‘lost’; those are merely distinctions important only to our human egos…. In truth, time just is; we only have a view of the present, with the past as immutable, and the future unborn. No wonder we’re confused.
Therefore, let us make an honest attempt to reduce our confusion, if only for a short time, by, moving on to the rest of today’s little mess, where you’ll find, if naught else, something different than this display of ill-conceived verbiage. Hell, you might even find something you enjoy; hope always springs eternal, even for those of us who have lost all hope. Well, lost all faith in hope, anyway, as happens with any failure of imagination. On that esoteric, if depressing, note, let us find our way down the page….
Shall we Pearl?….
“You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.”
The new poem upon which I’ve been laboring is still not done; it’s dribbling more than actually leaking. To sublimate, here is a poem I wrote about 5.5 years ago, one of the first I wrote after a 40 year hiatus. I like it, and I hope you do, as well….
A Failure to Germinate
Marking the days in elements of sad disarray
only holds me thrall, as I laugh while I may.
With cold, hard hands so impatient and cruel
pulling me to this vale of tears, a pathetic old fool.
Feelings sit silent, cast in shadows and light
breaking forth to implicate such vengeful might.
Just below the surface they patiently hide
to sally forth bravely, colors bright as they ride.
Tears and pain transform valued assets in hand
while comfort and serenity retreat to a far land.
Bold, bright patterns of hope garnish my ruinous state
until reality enters, full of disdainful portions of hate.
I sort out the illustrious measures of vision gone mild
only to find them transformed, now vicious and wild.
In my deepest desires I find myself calloused and cold
with faithless advocates whose souls have been sold.
My search finds little to support any hope of relief
far too much time has passed to bolster such belief.
The sad becomes real, and real becomes unfounded
until flights of such fancy are all dead, and grounded.
Nature has informed me of the newly hatched crime
of which reality boasted proudly, time after time.
The last answer we think of is always the best
as we come to terms with fate, our hope at rest.
~~ gigoid ~~
9/27/2012
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Naked Pearls
Did you know….?
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“The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
~~ Aristotle ~~
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“A man should be greater than some of his parts.”
~~ Subtle Bee ~~
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“When mind soars in pursuit of the things conceived in space,
it pursues emptiness.
But when the man dives deep within himself,
he experiences the fullness of existence.”
~~ Meher Baba ~~
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“Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.”
~~ Mark Twain~~
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“How would you know you are alive, unless you had once been dead?”
~~ Subtle Bee, (with thanks to Carl Jung…) ~~
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“Who is more foolish:
the child afraid of the dark or
the man afraid of the light?”
~~ Maurice Treehill ~~
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“Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art of ending…”
~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~~
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I hope y’all will take note of the final pearl in the last section, which was placed there simply because of the appropriate nature of its message, in re: today’s offering. I find it both ironic, and satisfyingly smarmy. Y’all, of course, may make your own decisions; we are nothing if not tolerant in the face of absurdity. Since we have now used the one word most applicable to this entire process (from at least two perspectives….), I shall bid thee adieu, until I can manage to cobble together another fresh Pearl for your pleasure. Be well, be happy as you may, and, be just as strange as you can stand…. I guarantee, I will….
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.
“Deal with others as thou wouldst thyself be dealt by.
Do nothing to thy neighbor
which thou wouldst not have him do to thee hereafter.”
~~_The Mahabharata_, c. 800 B. C. ~~
Since Valentine’s Day, (the last day I posted a fresh Pearl), my journey through life has continued on a path which passes most often through Consensual Reality, which, as we all know, is all we know. The immediate nature of the events occurring there have precluded any forays into cyberspace for anything more than essential need. I would have re-blogged some older Pearls, but, WP apparently made some platform changes again, & the reblog button has disappeared, to a place where I haven’t been able to find it. Ah, well, he said, so be it….
A fresh Pearl IS in the works, but, not today; hence this short bit of blather to check in to explain my continued absence. I should be able to post in another day or so; most of the next one is done, & I’m taking today to clean up what can be cleaned in my cyberspace presence, (such as the 230 emails I have to deal with….). With a bit of luck, my recent spate of competence & productivity in the real world can be carried over into cyberspace; hope springs eternal, eh?
Until then, y’all take care & remember to be just as strange & weird as you can. You’ll fit right in with the rest of the world….
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
~~ Ivan Panin ~~
Colors of dusk on San Francisco Bay….
Hajime…. For close to seven years, the early hours of the day, before dawn, were the most productive time I spent, in terms of writing. Now I’ve achieved a degree of physical capability impossible for me during that time, I have rejoined the world of the diurnal, going to bed later at night, and arising well after dawn, just like most of the people in the world. While I find the advances in physical well-being quite elevating, I do miss the productive aspects, and some extent, the ‘oddness’ of nocturnal existence. In any case, I have returned, so to speak, to the world of living, and find it intriguing, if not fully exciting. In the words of the dubious one, so be it.
This Pearl, while fresh, and relatively coherent, still lacks any new material, other than the usual suspects, to wit: the old-school pearl section has all freshly chosen elements, as always. The poem, while one of my better ones, is included here today merely to fill in for the half-completed poem which continues to leak out of my head at a ridiculously snail-like pace. The relatively incomplete nature of what has transpired today can be considered as the result of trying to write while actively engaged with Reality…. In short, it’s not working out quite the way I’d hoped. It is, however, done enough to suit my always low standards; while acceptable, it’s not excellent. Well, perhaps that’s hasty, but, feelings don’t care much about that….
Rather than belabor such a less than useful point any further, why don’t we get on with the rest of today’s mess? I know, we’ll use my favorite fill-in phrase to indicate efficient progress is necessary, with whimsy and fervor…. Ffolkes, let’s get this slow on the toad…. BEFORE it implodes, injuring us all….
Shall we Pearl?….
“And as we stand on the edge of darkness
Let our chant fill the void
That others may know
In the land of the night
The ship of the sun
Is drawn by
The grateful dead.”
~~ Tibetan “Book of the Dead” ca. 4000 BC. ~~
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No introduction should be necessary for this artist; anyone who doesn’t know who he is has been living in a dark bubble for many moons. He’s played with just about every famous band and/or musician with a guitar in the world, getting better & better all the time. This is one of my favorite concerts, over an hour of some of the best music you’ll ever hear. Enjoy!
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Eric Clapton MTV Unplugged 1992
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Illusory Time
Viewed from askance, the river is long;
deep, uncompromisingly intent, swift and strong.
In duality, perception creates our only reality;
such faux metaphoric paradox enforces mutability.
By two we perceive, both zero, and one;
digital, binary, on or off, such fun.
Separate, melded, we exist, knowing not what we know
ego, striving to be solitary, looking above, seeing below.
Furiously asleep, cultural anomaly claims a victim of choice;
validly unconscious, nobody speaks, nary a voice.
Potential escapees stir in dreams, fighting to wake,
until taking the wheel, for their own bloody sake.
Pots boil in due time, when the fire’s hot,
time exists to our advantage; or, not.
The solitary warrior, head bent in pain,
fights on, with, or without gain.
Night fell, day after day it persisted;
of those who knew, none showed any care, or resisted
Angels, ministers, none had any defense, nor grace;
all that remains is a face.
~~ gigoid ~~
10/22/2016
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Naked Pearls
Signs on the Path to being Human….
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“Everything that has a beginning has an ending.
Make your peace with that and all will be well.”
~~ Buddha ~~
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“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool;
it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.”
~~ Ursula K. Le Guin ~~
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“The Master doesn’t talk, he acts,
when his work is done, the people say,
“Amazing: We did it all by ourselves!”
~ Tao Teh Ching ~~
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“Not to decide is to decide.”
~~ Harvey Cox ~~
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“Doubt is not a pleasant condition but certainty is an absurd one.”
~~ Voltaire ~~
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“Our care should not be to have lived long as to have lived enough.”
~~ Seneca ~~
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“To see the world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.”
~~ William Blake, “Auguries of Innocence” ~~
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Since I managed to get the intro done in short order, I’m going to apply similar techniques here to bring it home. Besides, at this point in the day, I’m fresh out of anything else to say, or, do…. Rather than play the fool, I’ll play the odds, & leave it at that. I’ll be back in a day or three, with bells on. Maybe. In any case, y’all be well, be as happy as you may be, and remember…. The easy way is always the hardest, so, buckle down & face life, head on…. 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.
The Real World again intervened, compellingly enough today’s fresh Pearl didn’t quite get done. I’ll try for tomorrow, if things don’t explode again… In the meantime, here’s one from 2015, with some decent ranting, and one of my best poems from the months I spent in Hell. Thanks for coming by & I will see y’all soon. On a cosmic scale, it won’t be long at all. Take care, and be well… Me, I’ll be practicing my strange, as if I needed it….
āBe not afraid of going slowly; be only afraid of standing still.ā
~~ Chinese Proverb ~~
Cedars of God, Lebanon ~ 4500+ years old Image from the UK Telegraph
Good morningā¦. Of late, Iāve been feeling something of an ethical/moral/social conundrum, over which I am apparently, well, dithering. Canāt seem to make a final decision on it, even though time is becoming a factor. I suppose Iāll have to suck it up here soon. Ah well, 2 AM is most likely not the best time to be making such a far-reaching decision, especially since there will be a definite effect on Reality, as well as a number of ffolkes, and a great many folks of lesser, shall we say, mindfulness? We shallā¦.
That said, with what I am proud to say is a fine degree of obscurity (details are unimportant at this timeā¦), which may, or may not, affectā¦
It’s not ready, damn it! But, here’s a pretty decent Pearl, with some poetry which were fresh on the day posted…. I’ll try real hard to get done for tomorrow… but, as always, that comes with a caveat, to wit: Murphy and the BBR may have other plans for me. Regardless, I’ll be back as soon as I can…. Take, & be well… I’ll be strange, in case you wondered…. See ya, ffolkes….
Ffolkes,
Oddly enough, I still donāt have any idea as to how I should go about starting these Pearls. After more than 12 years, one would think Iād have a clue about that, but, nope, Iām still fussing around with different approaches and styles, all of which work, at various times, and none of which work, some of the timeā¦.. Itās enough to drive a sane man to drink, or a sober man to go crazy, so it should certainly be enough to turn me into a blubbering idiotā¦. Of course, there are those who would say, (unkindly, I might addā¦) that I am both insane, and often drunkā¦. Theyāre just jealous, thoughā¦.
Jealous of what, I donāt know, but, thatās the way it seemsā¦.. Maybe itās because, in spite of how it may seem, Iām always doing exactly what I want to doā¦. Thatās something not everyone can sayā¦
A new Pearl is in the works, & coming along nicely. But, the BBR keeps interrupting the process with real-time issues, so, it’ll be a day or two more until it’s ready… As a sublimation, here is a pretty decent Pearl from a bit over five years ago (where DOES the time go?…. SIGH). I hope you enjoy it, & I’ll be back, soon…. Be well, be happy as you wish to be, and for God’s sake, be strange!…
Ffolkes,
Whew! A close call, but disaster was averted, narrowly. Lest I drive everyone away in the first paragraph, before we even get started, Iāll not supply the details, but, believe me, it was very nearly a nasty mess. Letās just say, hallelujah, and leave it at thatā¦.. Well!ā¦.
Howdyā¦.. It isnāt every day that begins with such excitement, thank goodness. Iām pretty sure I couldnāt deal with that kind of issue every morning, as I have a distinct dislike for Kleenex, and anything to do with them, due to an accident when I was a child, involving those unreliable tissues, a clown, a policeman, and several large piles of manure. They told me it would probably never go away, so I live in a tissue-free worldā¦. I donāt mind, thereās always TPā¦..
Hmmā¦. I suppose that kind of talk might just drive yāall out, too, if Iām not carefulā¦
“Food, sleep, fear, propagation;
each is the common property of men with brutes.
Virtue is really their additional distinction;
devoid of virtue, they are equal with brutes.”
~~ The Hitopadesa (600?-1100? A.D.) ~~
Defiant Beauty….
Hajime…. It’s been a week or more (I’m too lazy to actually stop to figure out the exact interval…) since I last posted a fully fresh, fully filled-in Pearl, & I said I’d post, so, to avoid any significant build of inner angst (some folks call it ‘guilt’, but, not me, nosiree…. too personal….), I’m going to go ahead with what I’ve cobbled together, so I can work on a properly constructed piece of work, one with which I can be content. With this one, I am, if not content, then, tolerantly bemused. There’s a good older poem of mine, some fine music (three centuries of music enthusiasts can’t be ALL wrong….), and a number of excellent pearls strung together to make up the final, always odd finishing section of old-school pearling. Not bad, given the severe shortage of time spent at the computer in creating it….
Whatever my reasoning, or, euphemisms used, it’s going to have to serve, because I’m too invested in playing in the real world to stop at this point, with so much of the world still to explore. I’ll work hard to finish off the new poem, if only to get it out of my head, so, it won’t be long before the next fresh Pearl shows up. I’m sure, by now, y’all are thrilled to hear that. Well, perhaps ‘thrilled’ puts a strain on your credulity, but, you know what I mean, right? If not, boy, I’ve been doing something wrong, or, have been gone too often for my irony to register. SIGH…. Oh, well, that’s Life, y’know? Delicious ambiguity….
For now, let’s quit fooling about, & get on with what I have for y’all to enjoy today. I’ll even refrain from employing any of the customary BS, & just say this….
Shall we Pearl?….
“Just being weird is enough.”
~~ Truthful Bee ~~
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We’re going with a default selection today, to save time and cognitive angst which builds up the longer I take to make a decision on it. We’re also going with my personal favorite composer, for similar reasons… I do hope you enjoy it; I intend to do so as well…. Abondanza!….
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Classical Music
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The new poem isn’t done; it’s leaking out in small pieces. Here is one of my better efforts from 2013….
After the odyssey….
Portraits of iconic symbols, crashing, singing, forgotten;
evolving into mature innovation, as yet pale, and rotten.
Still water justly breeds, impenetrable primal verses resound;
unholy moments tarry, emotion swirls in passion unbound
Spiritual ovulation precedes each pregnant pause;
gravid, time moves on, following destiny’s cause.
Cast adrift on waves of confusion, to a final, damp landing;
salvation beckons sweetly, fed well on understanding.
Dreams directly fall, in night’s grey bower, unbidden;
lingering flavors in simple taste, lovingly, cleverly hidden.
Childish laughter sounds, joyful, bright, and clear;
no need ever to hide, no more monsters to fear.
Temper most foul arrives under unregistered mail;
forgotten taunts live on, lashed by an ancient flail.
Plain dealing delivers such lasting specks of honest hate;
savage in retrospect, never hasty, always running late.
Forever, cries an ambient lover of the pending night;
his pale, weak issue forms its own failing light.
Still, fortune favors such as those who apprehend;
Sweet love of Gaia, let it never end.
~~ gigoid ~~
3/10/2013
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Naked Pearls
Further Notes on Life @ Large….
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“It is in changing that things find repose”
~~ Heraclitus ~~
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“Anyone can hate. It costs to love.”
~~ John Williamson ~~
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“If you want to be happy, be.”
~~ Leo Tolstoy ~~
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“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
~~ Anne Sexton ~~
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“The Soul is born old, but it grows young;
that is the comedy of life.
The Body is born young and grows old;
that is life’s tragedy.”
~~ Oscar Wilde ~~
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“Be not anxious about what you have, but about what you are.”
~~ Pope St. Gregory I ~~
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“How admirable,
he who thinks not,
‘Life is fleeting’,
When he sees the lightning!”
~~ Basho ~~
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I did it. Again. I don’t know how, or why, and don’t wish to tempt fate by trying to figure it out. I’m just going to be happy with what there is, & move on to different, if not better things. Y’all enjoyed it, I hope; if not, well, as Epictetus said, happiness & freedom begin with a clear understanding that some stuff isn’t within our control Cute, eh? And, just tricky enough to be true. I’ll see y’all in a day or two…. Be well & happy, ffolkes…,
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.
Leelu, the Invisible Magicat
gigoid 