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What I Really Want For My Birthday

2011.03.21
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ANOTHER BIRTHDAY.

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Pithyism #357

2011.01.20
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ONESELF IS AN INSUFFICIENT TOOL with which to measure the Universe.

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Muse Ich

2011.01.18
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SOME SONGS JUST SOUND BEST on a transistor radio. (You know who you are.)

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Pithyism #+1

2011.01.18
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EVERY SCRATCH MAKES ANOTHER ITCH.

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Seeing Her

2011.01.16
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ALL I REMEMBER NOW ARE images, and the intimate passion of an infinite love.

I remember the room of globes, of maps of worlds and wonders, soft with pillows and draped scarves. And She was there. And She knew me. And loved me. And told me I was Her own and always would be — “but it is not yet your time to be with Me.”

And She kissed me.

Her words, warm as her arms, were now cutting ice. I cried, I begged — I think I wailed. “No! Don’t leave me! Please! No!”

She told me she would see me again, one day. “I will not leave you. But you cannot be with me. Yet.”

I awoke sobbing, but comforted in Her absence — oh so small, and cold, next to Her presence! — by the knowledge that She loves me best of all Her lovers (although She loves all her lovers this way). And so I sit by the open window in springtime, listening for Her voice.

And still She walks the hidden retreats, where a ghost of love wraps me like a veil, like a scarf hung in a room full of globes where my Lady waits for me.

One day.

(They say every poet is slipped a glimpse of the Muse unadorned and transcendent, triumphant and radiant, loving, intimate and wise. I don’t know if this qualifies, but I dreamed this, as vividly as a sunset breeze, when I was 17 or 18. And I have never forgotten it.)

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Two Hands Clapping

2010.12.31
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ONE OF ANN‘S & MY favorite gestures is to gently upfling the hands at about shoulder height and exclaim, “How did they do that?”

This phrase generally applies to dancers, actors, writers, musicians, singers, comedians, directors and others whose command of craft and muscle produces transcendence: something somehow bigger than the package it came in, and which makes us bigger too.

But the arts aren’t all that produce that effect. Birds munching spiders on the windowsills. Baby deer who know how to stand up and find mom. Tube worms. Great chains of galaxies distill wonder into every atom, every second. Don’t let this one pass uncelebrated — applaud a sunset today!

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What I Hope God Wants

2010.12.28
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SEEMS TO ME THAT MORE accuracy would be obtained from statements beginning “God does/wants/says” by prefacing them with “I hope.” Because seriously — that’s as far as you’re going to get with figuring out God. (If nothing else, it rather nicely neutralizes the Westboro Baptists’ main slogan. Or so I hope.)

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Pithyism #70

2010.12.28
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O! THAT WE COULD LEARN by advice that which can only be learned through experience.

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Introductions

2010.12.22
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SOMETHING HOLY/TENDER/FRAGILE/GIDDY THERE IS ABOUT someone introducing a member of one world to a member of another: as, one’s relatives to one’s colleagues, one’s colleagues to one’s friends, one’s friends to one’s relatives.

It’s more than just a person-to-person connection. We embroider each other with so many memories and associations that it’s sometimes difficult to see who we’re looking at. Introductions help us clear away the clutter. We can’t help but see what and how the introducee sees: someone new to learn, some bigger but unglimpsed circle to explore.

Our worlds have edges. Introductions show us where they are and, sometimes, melt into more world.

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Instant Everywhere

2010.12.22
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FOR MY NEXT TRICK, I shall unite the Universe.

Ready?

It is Now as I write this; it is Now as you read it.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll be here all week.

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Warning-Label Zen

2010.12.13
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(If you’re seeing this on the front page, click the title for the entire post. And many thanks to http://www.warninglabelgenerator.com/!)

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A Thought On The “Singularity”

2010.12.12
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HAVING AWAITED (INSERT PIVOTAL WORLD catalyst here) since I was, at least, 15, I’d like to offer the observation that the Singularity (and similar event-horizons) may be more profitably treated as analogous to the speed of light — infinitely approachable, never attainable — for as long as someone still has to take out the %$#@!ing garbage.
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(Or … maybe “in” the Singularity, we’ll finally share the task equally; an ethical compulsion through wholistic understanding. Since the whole point of the Singularity is unpredictable difference from everything which came before, I’ll just place my order right here and now.)

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