Wednesday, August 21, 2013

This Film Will Flutter (And Fade To Black)

.  .  .

Behind us: nothing; we come in through a door.

The game is very much already in progress.

We haven't heard of Galileo - so we think we are the center.

We are dealt a hand.

Off we go with our notebooks trying to make sense.

We hear stories.

When they make us feel good and capture our imaginations we fill our blank pages with them.

The others have been here longer - they must know what this is about.

One hears amazing legends of gods, warriors and princesses; the powers of ghosts and stars.

We don't want to say things that will get frowned upon, that isolate us, and remind us that we stumbled upon this place by accident.
Fit in. Being alone can be scary.

Eventually we stumble upon the Animal Facts.
Sex, and its possibilities compartmentalized.
And that other carefully disguised truth: that there is an exit door to all this that we will each face at some point ~ time and place: unknown (surprise!) - located somewhere under the powerful wheels of Time.

Entertainments are rolled out - like magic tricks,
sleight of hand, drawing away attention.
Grand creations to participate in and mundane distractions to consume.

The summarizing line: This is not an unlimited run in a theater of action, comedy, and tragedy. Lady Luck is the usher here.

This film will flutter - and - fade to black.

[Make of this visit what you will.]


"I won the huge genetic lottery and I get joy every day" 
                                           - Penn Jillette ("This I Believe"/NPR)

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Determine Something

What is the frame of mind of a human - New York City, 2013 - that they would be drawn to this "Walk-In Special", put down an Alexander Hamilton or more, and have someone determine something from looking at patterns in wet tea leaves.

Friday, August 02, 2013

Depends On How You Look At It

Is this an apparition of Jesus Christ, or [fill in blank],
on a chair in an office where I work.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
“Did Jesus Christ, he asked, suspect that someday his church would spread to the farthest corners of Earth? Did Jesus Christ, he asked, ever have what we, today, call an idea of the world? Did Jesus Christ, who apparently knew everything, know that the world was round and to the east lived the Chinese (this sentence he spat out, as if it cost him great effort to utter it) and to the west the primitive peoples of America? And he answered himself, no, although of course in a way having an idea of the world is easy, everybody has one, generally an idea restricted to one's village, bound to the land, to the tangible and mediocre things before one's eyes, and this idea of the world, petty, limited, crusted with the grime of the familiar, tends to persist and acquire authority and eloquence with the passage of time.” 
                           ~ Roberto BolaƱo,  "2666"