Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Birthday Wishes

There was an intimate gathering for my friend Tom’s birthday last week where his friends took it upon themselves to dedicate a speech to him one word at a time. In clockwise fashion, every person added a word to a sentence of praise (or at least I think it’s praise). It was a delight, as issues of grammar were discussed in all of their gory detail when words were added that others thought far too incorrect. Here are the results:

Speech #1:

Companion and special person for enchanting everyone, Tom, charismatic as a chimp, loveable and passionate, except he sometimes raises problematic, cold issues of deep penetrating significance.

Speech #2:

Surprisingly not a food or other human type of failing, Tom writes neatly which poses unimaginable problems for all their issues – those bastards.

posted by ferret at 9:56 pm  

Sunday, December 12, 2010

New Words: Epigone and Lucubration



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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Shanghai the Bourgeoisie

Shanghai was a bourgeois couple walking down the street. Their clothes were oh-so fashionable: Bright colors jumped out from the stitching that held together their coats, dark like the light in a coalmine. Their hair was cropped in strange angles, coming to a point like daggers assaulting passersby. Their canvas shoes were cheap, ironically-so, but still they were spotless, as if they had been bought just hours before. His were gray with yellow laces; hers white with orange. They walked arm in arm leering into the shops and eateries of the city with a distant interest, like a sated junkie just begining to contemplate her next fix.

They beckoned me to follow them, and I walked with them in silence. As we traversed through dark, narrow lanes where the canopies of the trees grew together, I couldn’t see the neon lights from the skyscrapers in the distance. I felt nervous walking with them – both of them beautiful and stylish. I was their third wheel, an accessory that would steady them in the face of some desire or psychic crisis. I asked no questions. I did it willingly; I was so intrigued by their radience.

We pushed through the creaky door of an old lanehouse and made our way up to the third floor, passing by an old crone hunched over a gas-stove. She gave me a look of caution and surprise. I returned her gaze with a blank expression.

When I entered their flat, I was amazed by the squallor. Everything was falling apart. The windows were caked in dust, obscuring the outside.  A great mold had taken over part of one wall, turning it black. A mound of trash was piled in the corner, wrappings and stickers and tags and take-out containers full of rancid food. The only thing well-kept in the den was a tremendous, ancient wardrobe in faded red lacquer. Its doors were wide open and the garments inside radiated with a rainbow of color. The two of them looked at me as I took in the spectacle.

When I turned to face them, their faces, smooth and angelic scruntched into smiles. Their lips parted to reveal the stumps of black rotting teeth.

posted by ferret at 4:56 pm  

Sunday, December 5, 2010

False Start #53

As I plow through every epoch of my life, I like to think that the awkward moments, the embarrassing, the shameful are nothing but weeds. I must pluck them out so the seeds I plant might grow to fruit.

But then I think to myself: I live in a world where all the blessings of life must be mastered, and bear energy for an endless desire. These weeds too are worthwhile, worth digesting. I know it.

posted by ferret at 9:00 am  

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Facing China

I saw China on the face of an old woman eating with her son:

She suddenly glared at me while chewing on sauteed spinach,

Her visage a wrinkled whorl of pointed disdain;

She gave her son a radiant smile as she looked away,

Her teeth comforting, bright as new-fallen snow.

posted by ferret at 12:15 pm  

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