spermatozoa’s ark
March 5, 2007
spermatozoa
carry chromosomal pairs
into our future
My First Post (one year later):
March 4, 2007
March 14th, 2006
I really don’t know what I am doing yet. I’m not sure why I started this blog apart from a strong compulsion to do so. Perhaps my spirit needs to formalize something to leave behind. Maybe this is the equivalent of a cave wall.
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humanscale
March 4, 2007
someday
capitalism
will implode
into its own
selfishness
and the world
can once again
be humanscale.
long journey
March 3, 2007
the sky rests
upon the earth
in a pond
why do it that way?
March 1, 2007
this may be
your only life –
so why do it
like everyone else?
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
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
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