Guest guest Posted May 9, 2005 Report Share Posted May 9, 2005 A memory stirred. You may remember. Or You may read and ........ Anna http://www.artvilla.com/wordplay/index.php?p=675 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 9, 2005 Report Share Posted May 9, 2005 Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > A memory stirred. You may remember. Or > You may read and ........ > > > Anna > > > > http://www.artvilla.com/wordplay/index.php?p=675 > > sam: quite a dark usage of words, which capture the on-going and relentlessness quite nicely. The lines that stood out to me were: who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess- fully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried, ** and in the yellow morning the stanzas of gibberish yet again make me shake my head. We have become the masters of gibberish. Gibberish gurus and devotees. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 9, 2005 Report Share Posted May 9, 2005 Nisargadatta , " sam_t_7 " <sam_t_7> wrote: > Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > A memory stirred. You may remember. Or > > You may read and ........ > > > > > > Anna > > > > > > > > http://www.artvilla.com/wordplay/index.php?p=675 > > > > > > > > sam: quite a dark usage of words, which capture the on-going and > relentlessness quite nicely. > The lines that stood out to me were: > > who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations > which in the yellow morning were stanzas of > gibberish, > who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas > dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom, > who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg, > who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for > Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their > heads every day for the next decade, > who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess- fully, gave > up and were forced to open antique stores where > they thought they were growing old and cried, > > > ** and in the yellow morning the stanzas of gibberish yet again make > me shake my head. We have become the masters of gibberish. > Gibberish gurus and devotees. ........rechewing the regurgitated cud .......of an empty memory.....to gleen just enough sustinance to keep the hungry ghost moving......through its isolated dream time. .....confined to its own thought bubble.....adift in an unknowable ocean.....alone. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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