Tuesday, June 07, 2016

if i ran the rainforest

"Both Faith and Terror are instruments for the elimination of individual self-respect." --Eric Hoffer

Our nightmare.

"This is the world... Worry not that it is flawed: we ourselves are the flaws: and if we say that we are not flaws, then who is there to contradict us?" --Fourth Mansions

     "Sonnets to Chango: III."

Nemesis, double-headed axe, vain cudgel
in mists, in gray fog falling, wine on the tombstone
freshly poured. Sanguinary Sabbath
in red & white, the festival of the jugular...
an older underground than kindly werewolves,
i carry it across rough ground, nor seiche
awaken; Chango, Father of Twins, wind's width
measured. And meanwhile, jesters parry dogma;
& we have built our castle out of yogurt.
The years with years' malaises stun & deafen,
& it's so hard to remain unerringly open.
weather's but a nemesis more stalwart.
A royal palm tree never was the culprit.
I gather pale blue berries off the juniper.

"Perhaps I should be concerned as to why I have conversations with inanimate objects. But as it has been part of my waking life since I was a child I have no problem with that." --M Train



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