Eye for an eye

Don't quote me on this, but King Hammerabi (sp?) was thought to only have had one arm and no right foot. Coincidence? - Bulsourse, Acredi. London. 1910.

The best laid schemes. . .

Humanities plight for freewill was exemplified by General Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.

- (his) horse, Doris. Hawkeye, Missouri. 1901.

Time is the space that may not be seen.

"It seems the clock Wishes to speak, but it only struggles, with the paralyz'd voice of the troubled Dreamer." (Mason & Dixon, Pynchon)

When danger strikes

Game o' cards

"Everything in the world ends up being a dirty business, and a person who wears himself out for money or honor or whatever else for someone else's sake, without his own passion, his own need, is always a fool." (Goethe)

On Ice

Blossom

The Big Money

Have faith gentlemen, in time this will prove to be an investment of considerable sagacity. - President Andrew Johnson announcing the purchase of Alaska, June 20, 1867.

On the look out

When I'm on the train, looking out from the viewing deck, I like to imagine what I might look like to a stationary onlooker within the long streaks of colour that blur all objects outside. My view is framed by a square window, and while the onlooker's is framed by the train, if we were to think about each of our positions, yet subtract the train, the onlooker would appear lost in my all encompassing torrent of livid wind and dizzying colour rushing by (albeit from frontal view the effect might be one of a slow and placid approach). I however, would seem to be a man sitting in a chair, drifting endlessly through empty space.

Chemist's Corner

Yankees vs. Redcoats, who will win?

Orientation

Strange is the realization upon first waking that the room in which you have slept is completely in tact, exactly as it was left the night before, although such theatrical occurrences could be sworn to have taken place.

- Schoeheim, Webber. Jerusalem, Promise Land. 80 B.C.E.

These Days

Chair

In the corner of a room
there is a chair of ordinary variety
that from time to time finds itself
the cradle of a singular person.
Though it is an inadequate source of comfort
the sitter, with hesitance,
finds it to be a spot of common revisitation.
It is supportive but in the most fruitless of ways;
Moving with an idle sway.
Cogent, adverse - certainly; the invitation is always there;
And to be a sitter means submitting to the chair, so naturally it happens;
Or rather anything else is what seems to lack;
And it is the implication that hosts such feebleness.

The walls of the room are without adornment
save for a very decorative window
that is often admired.
A view is only considerable if
when concealed, sight remains.
The corner: throbbingly drab omniscience.
There is a table in the center, always set to dine,
waiting for the rare diner.
The tablecloth gathers dust, the silverware mars with rust.

It is the walls that frame the room
though the insipid tone of the atmosphere
lingers after having left.
Its fixedness makes for a persistent fallback;
a place to be when a pause seems tolerable,
and a window affords a fresh view should there be one.

A most ambiguous sense of freedom, let alone safety:
Disquieting moments of stillness
tempered by pensiveness striving for patience.
Comfort is finding a balance
between feeling too exposed and too confined.

To be on one's feet in motion is a worthy ideal.

Meeting People Is Easy

Bird's Eye View

The distance between self and ideal can be found in calculation that no one remembers.
On the ascent, we remain still.

We like to read...

"I can assure you, it's really just another weather balloon. . ."

Starry Messenger - Sidereus nuncius

Waking up tired is a strange sensation. One would assume that upon going to sleep the body would naturally relax, the brain would perform its subsequent functions, and one would eventually drift off. This is not I, quite the opposite actually. Climbing into the warm comfort of a fortress wherein I, its sole proprietor the majority of the time should feel at home, creates a strange dilemma for me. To feel at home is to feel comfortable, safe, and relaxed in an environment that is recognizable and familiar, one in which the occupant can thrive in or retire into. It is not as if I don't attribute these characteristics to my bed, at times I most certainly do thrive there, it is just the notion of retiring, giving myself over to the beast, that I find troubling. When it is time to quit the day and embrace the starry sky, whether it is in the arms of a lover, alone or some stage in-between, I am compelled by thought to stay lucid and present. When joined by a companion, sleep becomes an even greater issue, as lying awake beside someone is very disconcerting for both her and I. She drifts off while I remain, the subject has been exhausted.

Elapsed, the height of pretension.

A Man With No Past

I decree in my will: my book, written by Jean-Jeff Reese, regarding my life and work, must be written on papyrus, direct from the Egypt.
- (Emile Quitsw...?)

Waterfront Mannequins

"Fishing is the art of understanding the link between whatever it is that makes things move and the proportional causes that make things stay still." - Gorp, Russell (Aquatic Kinesiologist).

The Shoes Make The Man