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QUESTS AND ANTS
ReplyDelete"If I pile wooden chairs one on
top of another until there's a
tall tower of chairs and I stand on the
top chair will I see heaven?"
"There are thirteen hungry tigers in the
forests of Rangoon"
"Did I ask about Rangoon? Is Rangoon
a sector of heaven? Do they
make chairs there?"
"Affability is its own reward"
"Would enough dolphins getting
together with the Navy be
able to learn English?"
"Chili peppers added to the sauce bring
a definite tang where before
tang wasn't"
"Should I direct my questions to
an expert on the subject by which I mean
maybe an expert on chairs or better
an expert on heaven?"
"It's all a matter of direction
or indirection
so if you take off on an indirection
you might get there quicker"
"Should substance precede style or
style substance?"
"Shhh
the tigers of Rangoon are
waking up
so I suggest we both
slink off silently and
industriously on our
curious quests as sincere in our
quests as ants are
in theirs
singly or
in pairs"
What is a speaker?
ReplyDeleteA hare is a phone call.
What is a blister?
A trope is a sequin.
What is a hurricane?
The end is a hare.
What is an absolute?
The moon is a hurricane.
What is a sequin?
An absolute is the end.
What is a trope?
A mint is a speaker.
What is a phone call?
A cupcake is a lottery.
What is the moon?
A hurricane is a blister.
What is a mint?
A speaker is the moon.
What is the end?
A sequin is a cupcake.
What is a lottery?
A blister is a trope.
What is a cupcake?
A lottery is an absolute.
What is a hare?
A phone call is a mint.
T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land," lines 111-138. Do it now!
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ReplyDeleterib tickler
will you come to bed?
will you come to forgive
a seed that won’t take root,
the absence of pitter pats,
and the silence of no jokes?
why is six afraid of seven?
what’s this fly doing in my soup?
seven ate nine, the backstroke,
the song that doesn’t end.
unreasonable questions re: the nature of reality
ReplyDeleteI must like to ask you things
that I know you won’t answer
like, won’t or can’t?
are still things really motionless?
or are they like far away
stars, airplanes, and clouds
that seem to be frozen when
they’re rushing,
or seem to be rushing when they’re still
(I didn’t think the light wood body
of your guitar could possibly be a statue
even only 5 feet away)
and how can I listen
to my own ears like seashells?
and does light move
like the eyes in a painting?
I know it’s me moving, but
my imagination
Is following me.
Could you rub my back?
ReplyDeleteit's sore from all that i carry
don't you see me struggle?
the weight is too much
i could use your help.
i am crumbling