“Care for people, appropropstyely”/ appropriately/ ah spelled a little wrong, at least we have the barest hint, things are not as they should be, or could be, can’t do anything about it .. small corrections to papers, draw things on papers, have any skill, or any grasp, of what they are, in this hidden expression, takes years, “unsound mind” or different mind, and meditation, when you don’t feel like it, each day, there are some days you just damnit don’t feel like it at all, and those are the days you really need it, to discipline yourself, when there’s no one else there to do it, you’re not in a monastery, renounce earthly goods, take your vows – no, you stay in life, and in many ways it’s much harder – you still have a rude mouth, or in writing here sometimes “to explain things” “or it just feels right” mix it in, what no priest would do, or at least in public time, and what crap is he up to behind the scenes, I have no such thing going on, oh I look at girls sometimes on the internet, but even not that so much, it’s no replacement for a real live person, caring about her.
And life goes on, yeah, tone it down a little here, fit into life here, this is Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, it’s more a “buttoned-down-town” people are successful, have money, do not say much .. but you know, it’s okay, there’s not “too much” violent crime, yeah there is some, and drugs and sex and all of it .. oh make your way .. /these things talked about in here, nah, not that much “make your way” it’s mostly a silent thing, you might meet by having a little book reading, I was going to say “at a local book shop” but are there any of those left? And life, sit with others, hey I could have a little table .. or sit on a slightly raised stage there, a microphone on my lapel, my shirt, /say what? Oh ..
You know how it is, our hidden book wishes, Book ideas, farflung, great, big ../ and nothing/ and life .. quiet author, quiet audience .. and life.
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So yeah does anyone have even the tiniest touch more than that? No, not really. We go in these rhythms, today is part of that rhythm.
Ah some days blasting through with frightfully original things ..? /sure sure.
Get home, in close book sit sigh reach for pipe – pot? Tobacco? No do some exercise do some sweat/ be caught in choices for better life and the pain to building to that
Okay.

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