Archive for the ‘Aspirations’ Category

don’t need a space ship

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

The visitor of last night has made it off. The alarm rang at 6:00, but I recall little until about an hour later. I must have checked after the alarm to see if it flew off, but do not remember.

Not sure if injured and awaiting its last breath in relative peace, the white dove perched up in the corner of the wall on the balcony startled me last night as I went outside. Only its head turned towards me, dark round eyes observing, it felt no need to clear out in my presence. Over the next hour as I cooked the day’s last meal on the grill, I came in and out several times but it only turned its head, never moving its feet or wings.

In a bottle cap I put out some water, my hand a chicken’s pace away from the visitor. It adjusted itself, and observed without much fanfare. In the end it did not accept the offering, for the cap is still filled to the brim.

The burlesque side of my human nature sought a greater meaning to the event. Or, was it a kind of desperation that tried to persuade my reason into a fantasy filled with omens, signs, and prophecies?

The dove now departed, unconvinced of event explanations beyond those of an animal’s need for shelter on a cool night, I’m ready for another day of work to help pave the way to a flight of my own.

Colourful Crudeness

Monday, September 15th, 2008

The summer is slipping into something red and sexy, with a scent to match the occasion.

About five hundred words writing per day is the pace required to complete my writing project before year’s end. Perhaps a new deadline is more reasonable?

The religious pandering of politicians in election mode - here and south of the border - is making me nauseas.

“Jesus saves” is false advertising; If prayer accomplished anything, folks would be hiring others to pray for them.

Wearing your heart on the sleeve is a pathetic state; Love thy enemies like you love thyself a pathetic mantra.

(”Hi Honey, this is Jim. Jim tries to run me over with his car every time he pulls out of the driveway, but I love him as much as I love you and myself.” Well, aren’t we all just fucking special?)

I had nothing to say, but wrote anyway. And now I’m done.

Animated Office

Saturday, July 12th, 2008

You probably remember the kids stories your mother, father, aunt and older sister used to read to you; The ones where the hero of the story starts out asking for something small, but to receive it they first have to bring something to another. To get that, they have to first bring yet another item to the character which possesses what they need to trade for what they really want. And so on…

It is in that fashion that I have found myself putting away laundry, and pausing in confusion as to why in the world I am putting away laundry when I really wanted to do work for a client instead. In this strange story, there is only one character. Two, if you consider my computer capable of asking and needing before giving.

Most of my work is better done with music, and with so much time at the computer I’m always searching for new goodies to lubricate the gray matter from which - in theory - my ideas for the work need come from. Having reached a point where I much needed something new for that effect, I happily clicked on a file who’s content I’ve yet to hear. As it often happens with computers, I promptly received a raspberry in response and not the effect I sought. Something to do with the computer being overburdened and being asked to remember too much. Too much. “Please, let me forget some of which I remember” it said. “I cannot remember any new more things, until you free me from some of the things you’ve asked me to remember thus far.”

Putting it like that, you’d think my computer is pretty intelligent. Alas, it is not. They’re all dumb.

“Sure, I’ll free you from some of your burden if you in turn remember my new music which I want to hear very much, and for which you need remember the details.”

Seeing that everything the computer had in its memory was precious to me, the Forget It button was not an option. I decided to shift some of the burden to a silver plated disc instead. It’s in the hallway, with the laundry - I remembered - by the kitchen at the front entrance. Yeah, right there in the basket… somewhere. Where’d it go? No use. Might as well put the laundry away instead of digging a tunnel through it. So there I was, now dealing with laundry when I wanted to work on a project at the desk. And if that isn’t enough, my overburdened memory convinced me that I’d remember none of this by sun down, which meant I needed to write it all now.

This isn’t so bad - I assure you. I just hope that which I seek is really in the laundry basket - that it just went for a ride down the hill of the fresh scented fabric and is now tucked in somewhere in a corner having a good laugh like a child that hid to avoid bed time.

“Looking like a happy man”

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Parlez-vous français? Non.

I beat all the little brats to school. Not that they were trying hard to beat me. To the contrary, most of them looked like they were running the other way. Youth might after all be wasted on the young.

The doors of the pharmacy opened, and once again I stood in Paris. French sound bites echoing, a foreign track beyond understanding only audible and experienced by one. Everyone else was still in Winnipeg, their minds on a siesta waiting for the protection from the heat that the evening shadow might offer.

This might be a new jaunt that ends all too soon, or a grand excursion that breaks through another layer of not understanding. I look forward to either.

The Beast

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

I’m gonna hunt me down a mammoth

into a pit of ice, and let it rest there

so I never have to go hunting again.

 

And with my spare time, I’ll invent the wheel and will finally enter into so called civilisation. It’s the only way, for I’ve hated the hunt from the first day. We are the dollars and cents, and I loathe to wear the face of another.