Ffolkes,

“Around existence twine,
(Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!)
ropes of twisted vine.”

~~ Basho ~~

Enjoying it WAY too much….

Hajime…. It’s late getting posted, and, it’s not much, but, hey…. it got done, & that’s what counts in the blog world. Plus, it gives me the chance to post this picture, one I find much solace in having taken myself. I’m not even sure WHY it is such a good feeling; must have something to do with the elegance of the elephant’s pose; the sheer dignity overwhelms my sense of irony, I guess. Whatever the case may be, there it is, and ain’t she just the picture of fun? Well, she’s having fun, anyway….

Speaking of fun, let’s go post this, and try to get out there to have some it it ourselves today; what do you say? Sound like a plan? Well, alrighty then…. Since I can’t hear your responses anyway, I guess I’ll quit the bullshit, and go get this slow on the toad. Yeah, that’s the ticket….

Shall we pearl?….

“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”

~~ William Butler Yeats, “The Stolen Child” ~~

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Naked Pearls

Just stuff to remember….

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Freedom begins between the ears.

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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“What we do for ourselves dies with us.
What we do for others and the world
remains and is immortal.”

~~ Albert Pine ~~

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“There is no method except yourself.”

~~ Harold Bloom ~~

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“It is the mark of an educated mind
to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Don’t be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin.”

~~ Grace Hansen ~~

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Since I seem unable to rant, whether because of inability to sit long enough, or, lack of organization, matters not; it’s not getting done. Here’s a poem I wrote earlier this year to sublimate the urge to rant, which serves nicely today, to fulfill our need…. I hope you enjoy it….

Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/2/2016

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That will have to do for today, ffolkes. Though the process seems to hold up to our new format, there are still some bugs that need to be worked out. I’ll try to work on that, in time to return tomorrow, same Bat-time, same Bat-station…. Count on it….

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

À bientôt, mon cherí….