The Tao of Blogging

Yin in, Yang out ~
Thoughts in, Words out ~
It is best when it flows smoothly
Like a river ~

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accL

Why
do some pimple dis
tort
da world dis
tress
da innocence dis
emobody
da truth dis
cord
da chords dis
associate
da meaning
symbols crash
cacophony ensues
your dis
sonance shall haunt you
paint the walls dark
paint with the blood
darkening shades
becoming blind
cut yourself off
lie in the dark
you won't know what
hit you, sucker
you dis
sed yourself

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Re·creation of the Night

i re·create the night
with clouds
of curtains
to hide the patriarchal sun
from view
with candles
and incense
jasmine blooms
low-forged from the root
of my being
where fires burn
at the base of spine
and subconscious
coils like a snake
as words of power form
and arise from the ashes
like the phoenix
in arid zonas
of my psyche
shadows of thoughts
shadows of feelings
shadows of Being
Horus sleeps
Netphytys walks
not gods, really,
but symbols
clanging cymbals
to keep us a·wake
a·wash in wakefulness
lest we forget
who...........
......we.......
............are
three times
the bell rings
ding............
......ding......
............ding
and then
it is done

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Schultze Gets the Blues

That was the name of the movie we were watching as Baby New Year toddled into the room with his tiny arse showing. ~Schultze Gets the Blues~

Excuse me — "film," not "movie." My bad.

Yes, I prefer using the term "film" rather than "movie" for this type of production. This was not the usual sludge of action-packed movie fare made to set box-office records and cater to those with short-attention spans (increasingly prominent in our culture, sadly). Rather, this was an artsy-fartsy, European film that contained a "character study" (one of my favorite things!) of a man in search of a dream — Schultze.

Schultze was a man who lived in a small town in Germany all his life, followed the norms of society, worked hard all his life, and then had a revelation after his retirement of marching to the beat of a different drummer. To me, it was a beautiful, slow-paced, entertaining story showing "real" people, in "real-life" situations — things with which we can identify as human beings, rather than vicariously living at some on-the-edge fantasy level. I find stories of that nuture immensely rewarding and special.

So, there we were, he and I, snuggled in bed watching Schultze's tale unfold on the screen. Then my watch beeped. Midnight. Yes, I am an incurable geekette, who has a watch that beeps on the hour and does other cool shit, too. I turn over to look at his face, wish him a Happy New Year, steal a kiss, and then turn back to Schultze's life. Our lives, and Schultze's, intertwined, for a few brief moments in time. A cozy, happy New Year, indeed!


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