The Elevated World of Chairs

Getting down on the floor to play with children is a treasure. The elevated world of chairs where adults sit in despondent affairs is so far away. With your legs tucked underneath you on the earth flopping around, loping, crawling, growling like an animal a whole vista of senses opens.

Chairs have their place but sitting in them should take a good reason, or a few. Forget the birds and who are you but a miser with a busy schedule. To die without the memory of a long walk with a beautiful woman is downright irresponsible.

Pinecone fights are advisable given that those involved don't have the best arms. Walking is spectacular but runs are exuberant. Nature isn't all charm she has a lot of fuss, has foul moods like windstorms. Barefooted seastrand strolls can lead the beach to deliver glassy reminders of mankind's foibles to your achilles heel.

A generator without a battery, perform geriatrics. Energy and matter are at your disposal. Splashy spashy in the claw-footed bathtub of a sudded bareback. Hug. Purple, magenta, orange. Animal eyes observant. What you put in is what you take. The psychology is often yours. Other is none other than isness. Point the finger out it comes back in.

Going to the library to type some poetry. Work is getting to me lately. When I move it'll be easier without the big commute. I'll get to your e-mails tonight after I watch the first episode of Carnivale's second season. By then I should be limber enough to lucidly answer whatever questions you slid my way under the virtual table. For some reason I respond to snail mail better than e-mails now. I think my brain just wants to limit my screen-time. I'd rather get under the blankets, under the stars, or under illuminating pages-- or under the cafe veranda's canvas.

I seem to have an obsession with the underneath. Heraclitus says that the hidden connections are the strongest ones. Many have proclaimed this the age of information, but what are we informing ourselves with? What is pertinent? Why one path and not another to the center? Intuition and experience constantly tell me that logic is overbearing. Often have I outsmarted myself into carrying out an outdated plan. Fluidity needed to adapt to change is constant in the variables. Forgiveness, love, and action all within the convergence of so many factors.

The aquafirs and gravitational shifts of luminary bodies, the pillow-wept tears and morning smiles done quietly before the mirror at a funny thought emanating from the ethers of lowered-inhibition morning calm--- all are energized by the same informing enigma. Today, I go forth in determination not unlike any other day except there is always difference. Today my feet plant kisses and my eyes look for people as they really are inside. Frank Herbert says the real universe is always one step ahead. The real universe is in me. Today, my feet are one step ahead.

Forget today, there is only right now.

Also today, finishing touches on the Kenneth Patchen workshop flyer. Tomorrow getting the bike fixed. Speed sometimes seems unnatural but the occasional strange situation awakens the genes. Man, I do carry on. Katell Keineg is a goddess. Going to see the stage version of Rhinoceros by Ionesco soon. Random and metaphysical this morning. Maybe I'll settle "down" after a hearty Indian lunch buffet. Waddling instead of running is good when vitamins send your metabolism through the roof. Man my fingers move fast. I love being on the brink of a breakthrough, it took a lot of sludge to get this far. Love you all. Until tomorrow, may daylight stars be with you. You can all take your costumes off now.