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Duration: momentary. Nature: changeable. Perception: dim. Condition of Body: decaying. Soul: spinning around. Fortune: unpredictable. Lasting Fame: uncertain. Sum Up: The body and its parts are a river, the soul a dream and mist, life is warfare and a journey far from home, lasting reputation is oblivion.
( written in traditional [!!] Greek by a Roman emperor )
- Manager (displeased): ... I keep telling him.
- Checkout Woman (annoyed): Who, Lloyd?
- Manager: No, Lloyd was there. That checkout. He'd listen. I don't have these kinds of problems w/him.
- Checkout Woman (laughing, still annoyed): You got it backward. Again.
- Manager: I don't think so.
- Checkout Woman: Yeah, you do. Lloyd was on that line tonight.
- Manager: This checkout?
- Checkout Woman: It was Frank over there. Frank is his own man.
- Manager (pointing): No, no. It goes you, Lloyd, Frank. Right?
- Checkout Woman (pointing): Frank, Lloyd.
- Me: Frank Lloyd Wright!
- Manager: ...
- Checkout Woman: ...
- Me: Can I pay for this stuff?
There are two paths to the extremes of life. One is to run as far as you can from existence, to observe life from the outside. The other is to wrestle with it directly.
The first path keeps you safe from the shit. It also keeps you safe from the bliss. Selah. The second path is drowning in a substance that is indistinguishable from yourself & still (still!) you cannot identify it.
Listen to me read “Letters from Saint Francis” at the venerable online literary magazine The Rumpus today
(& whenever from now on, really… this is the internet). Real happy to have a byline at that web address.
In a dream, I was home in the early morning standing at a large picture window w/my sister & a man I’d never seen before while we watched the moon ignite from the upper edges & explode outward, slowly & silently engorging & then engulfing the sky & dropping, bit by molten bit, into the land around us until everything was black - utterly black & empty. Then the dream went on. The world ends & still you have to go on.
I woke up in an empty bed. The sky was dark like the sun had gone out but it was only early. I found my wife on the couch, unable to sleep since four am. We talked for a while & then each fell asleep there beneath the same blanket. Unrecollected dreams. When I awoke, the windows were awash in sunlight.