the art of following 2

February 28, 2007

Begin
by descending
into
a deep
shaft
of required thinking.

With each
downward
step
move further
from the truth.

Continue
down
down
to where
a flashlight
is called the sunlight.

There
you will stay
to follow
a manufactured god.

 

the art of following

February 28, 2007

All that is required –
blind obedience
to keepers of the “truth”.

( Not to truth –
but to its “keepers”. )

Semi-incommunicado

February 26, 2007

I am again without a computer for an indeterminate amount of time.  I will therefore not be visiting, commenting, or responding even at the paltry rate you are sadly accustomed to. 

Please pray for my computer.

robertson.jpgfalwell.jpg

 

pretzel arm

February 21, 2007

I am one of those people who love to sweat. Whether running full stride on a warm evening or playing pick-up basketball in the steamy sun, it all seems very cleansing to me.

When I was young, I remember playing with friends, cousins, and siblings long after dark. We would play hide and seek, flashlight tag, and spy. Dirt rings formed around our necks and became badges of festive accomplishment – Doctor of Fun. We went indoors only when enticed by ice cream or threatened with the loss of privilege.

Upon entering the house, a ghostly light in the living room would reveal a gaggle of younger children already lying on the floor facing the television. Their bowls of ice cream sat protected in front of each of them. Quickly we’d run into the kitchen for our share and then peck our way onto the rug which had now become a beach.

As my body cooled, salt formed on the skin. I could lick my forearm like a big pretzel. It seemed a shame to take a bath and wash it all off.

3t10b2m055103

February 19, 2007

independence is something
which happens to countries,
loyalty is something
which happens to us

– citizen number 3t10b2m055103

unlikely propositions:

February 15, 2007

giving
voice
to principle
through politics

giving
voice
to God
through religion

 

You believe in
no forgiveness

no redemption
no hope

no Allah

no God.

You have been
misled.

Little Debbie of Death

February 14, 2007

littledebbie.jpg

be my valentine
(with eight twin-wrapped cakes
of corn syrup
processed sugar
processed flour
interesterified palm oil
partially hydrogenated
cottonseed oil
TBHQ
diglycerides
propylene glycol
monostearate
polysorbate 60
red 40
and
twenty three other ingredients –
all for $1.05 )

I will love you forever
(with 3 grams of
artery clogging
surgery producing
medicine funding
saturated fat
per tiny tasteless cake)

you are my sweetheart
(with 26 grams
of system shocking
limb losing
rehab needing
insulin breeding
heart pumping sugar
per two cake “serving”)

when I am only bones

February 10, 2007

beach-fence.jpg

when I can no longer recall
I will tell stories

when I am only bones
I will be your fence

photo source:

big city bound

February 6, 2007

pollution-war-city.jpg

as we get closer
smells like someone is grilling
old radios

 

artist: greg jalbert