An old man who has lost his way wanders about, in search of his way and his home. Along the way, he meets an old woman who, in her own way, is also lost. "Old woman, I have lost my way," the old man tells the woman.
"I too have lost my way," the old woman says. "But tell me, old man, have you not lost something else?"
The old man thinks for a moment and then begins to cry. "Yes," he says, "I have lost something else. I have lost a wife."
"Now isn't that a coincidence!" the old woman says. "I am a lost wife. Perhaps we two are lost together."
"Perhaps we have found each other," the old man suggests.
"Perhaps," they say in unison, and together they go in search of their home.
"Not this one," says he.
"Not this one," says she.
They say this of many homes, but not this one. This one, they agree, is their home, as they enter the house, front door unlocked and ajar. And in the living room sits an old woman who says, "Husband, you have returned. But who is this woman?"
The Same Thing
He couldn't see what she was seeing, yet they were looking at the same thing. She couldn't see how he couldn't see what she was seeing, when they were looking at the same thing. "Are you looking at the same thing that I'm looking at?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said.
"Do you see what I see?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "What do you see?"
"I see what you don't see," she said angrily.
"Then I guess I don't see what you're seeing," he replied.
There -- he admitted it -- he couldn't see what she was seeing. Nothing changes, she told herself. You live with a man for twenty-five years and nothing changes.
Introduction to Physics
You can run but you can't Hyde. This is a dark matter of which you speak. Your options spiral fast and deep, growing weighty as a hill of beans, massive as choice itself. Did I say chase yourself? Chaste, your shelf (this half-life is better than none). Turn back when you get to any destination. You probably expect some sort of view, or maybe a reward for following the rules to their logical conclusions. Think again. Sink again, but don't blink again. In the event of an event, seek the horizon. Call your physicist and go black in the morning. Don't suck me into your empty center--I've already got plenty of nothing to go around. And don't be so dense, going on about destiny, as if the universe resolves around you. The hole problem lacks substance--not that it particularly matters.
Found poem, sources greater than I
I begin to hear voices.
No More Games.
No More Bombs.
No More Walking.
No More Fun.
No More Swimming.
I am leaving you because
I am bored. Don't worry.
Let's see if this will
do it - I'll be at your altar,
where the heart must either
break or turn to lead.
I am always bitchy.
No fun for anybody.
All fled--all done,
so lift me on the pyre;
my work is done,
the feast is over, and the lamps
expire. I'll be at peace, I must
I am leaving you with your worries
in this sweet cesspool.
I shall be more silent and cold hearted
than you are now.
I'll be at your altar.
Virginia Woolf, Hunter S. Thompson, Geroge Sanders, Terry Kath, Jon Erik Hexum, Kurt Cobain, Nicolas Sebastien Chamfort, Robert E Howard, George Eastman, Freddie Prinz, James Whale, Sara Teasdale
Incise in the English Manner
To the Chinese corner of the Congo
Twice to Hamilton Hannibal's treasure
the bell roams to me
to some more Des'ree
me, pestering Neo, for Des'ree
a knotting group
Nippon in a conduit agog
Nippon under the out-computers
subdued in the pauper's queue.
and how the hymn is such
an old one, how it smells of iron bars
across a storm drain,
groaning and creaking as it's speaking
to the air
to the air
I'm spelling it out for you,
spelling it out for you as we
run to the cellar, as the
ceiling spins away
to the place above
where our tongues are crippled
and the cuts have yet to heal, as the
waiting comes to an end and we bend
at the knees,
because this would be an example
an example of
My languid window-ward glance
saw a many-winged angel
on a rooftop
but fury is four-shouldered. And at
the sideline, a pigeon hen cringes
above my head
watching rival spreading
of purple and blue elaborate as
while the males buffet in a cockfight
scenic as waves with rolled-up
A tussle in celestial form
the longlasting world's
the twig-building incumbent
and the insect-shift intruder
wings beating from the fulcrums
of the tandem tantrum
a fight so beautiful
that angels with six wings
and that they see why those below
the crystal clouds can't count
on a calm day.
Park Point Shore
They nose in like badgers
the striped wide-backed waves
pawing vainly for the beach.
We the badger-like, we who feel
badgered view this
from moated sand parapets
Park Point with its stampede
sprawls chill fluid asphalt, severe
Lake Superior. We are on badger
brown ground near diggings
of brownstone and brickish ores
and pines that burrow
too. It calms us
to absorb principles of unending
motion. Inert, gull-attended
we lie in limbo before
the fixed limit, browning our
bodies to a sandy badger.
Streaks of white shield
noses, disguise eyes and souls.
Badger princes and princesses
on grained thrones,
we are exonerated during frigid dips.
In the night, the legs are
troubled, still feeling
the sea's slosh, its tilling claws
that can caress. We await
from the kiss of one contented.
1/ time is the most meticulous makeup master of all.
2/ there is no distinguishing between black and white, for the color of life is grey to begin with.
3/ we were made to cry into this world but we can choose to laugh out of it.
4/ life would be much less lenient if it gave us no sorrow or regret at all.
5/ ambition is cheap, while determination is costly.
6/ parting is painful; even more so is having no one to part from.
7/ truly wise people are those capable of making themselves happy about nothing.
8/ on the stage of life, we may not be able to choose the play, but we can choose the roles to play.
9/ the arrow will either hit the target head-on, or break its own head on a rock.
10/ only those with fewer desires can enjoy more freedom.
11/ better to make my life a stuffed eagle than to make it a living pig.
12/ only when you are awake can you find the way you have lost in your dream.
13/ besides winds, fish can also create bubbles on the calm surface of the water.
14/ as you pay attention to their successes, they are examining your failures.
15/ look at others with a telescope, but look at yourself with an amplifying glass.
16/ all is becoming bygones.
17/ in a world of consumerism, we pay for the comfort of our bodies with our souls by installments.
18/ those who succeed in doing everything can seldom become really successful with anything,
19/ every road leads to success.
20/ while others may prefer to live to die, I would rather die to live.