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Two poems by Nicanor Parra
Religion explains away the seriousness of the question by giving a pat explanation and tidy little ending. Be good, give your money to the church, go to heaven. Or nirvana. Or your virgins. But to us who don't buy the man with the white beard on a throne in the cloud theory, it makes us want to know what the hell it's all about, which leads to thinking too much, which leads to the endless series of familiar contradictions, to be exploited for fun and profit (love that). I want to know what happens!! But the only way to find out is to die. Which is why it is too scary to give too much thought to it. Leave that to the deep thinkers. Where is Timothy Leary when you need him? I think the acid took the edge off. Although many, many years ago, in the desert, with the aid of some Oregon caps, I thought I talked to god. So I woke my boyfriend at the time and said "I think I talked to god and god explained it all to me." "What'd he say?" "Crap, I don't remember". Note to self: carry notebook and pen when taking a desert "trip".— April 29, 2010 8:11 a.m.
...happy hump day...
I like that mentaltwist's gender has never been solidified. Although there is mention of a possible boner at Starbucks, that could also be a reference to protruding female anatomy, namely the aforementioned nips. Just a thought..— April 29, 2010 7:52 a.m.
..ATOT...
It's blog = post comment = additional "posted' comments = thread. A thread is just the flow of comments following a blog. A post is one of the additions to the thread.— April 28, 2010 7:37 p.m.
I Want William Shatner
Oh my God, nanners, it would be an HONOR to ride bitch with you through the desert!!!! And SD in the side cart? Where would we put anti? Handle bars. I'm all in.— April 28, 2010 6:57 p.m.
I Want William Shatner
I love your homage to his holy hamminess!! http://www.priceline.com/promo/shatner_pcln_negot… Even shilling for priceline, Shatner is the man. Nan, you must go to Vegas and bring him back at once. I have an original Star Trek dress complete with boots, hair piece and blue eye shadow to lure him with. I'd be happy to lend it to you. Veal cutlets optional.— April 28, 2010 7:22 a.m.
A Tomb With a View
Be Impeccable With Your Word. Don't Take Anything Personally. Don't Make Assumptions. Always Do Your Best. The Four Agreements Both great books that I have heard of but not read. Right now I can't help but look at the agreements and think "for who?" I'm still too cynical. Give me a couple months to get my "om" on. I'm going to order these books today and get a head start. Thanks, nan and CF.— April 27, 2010 1:48 p.m.
A Tomb With a View
Thanks, nan. Back 'atcha. For some reason this month has been filled with fleeting thoughts of mortality. The existential crisis has started to make its home in my brain. I hope it doesn't stay long!!— April 27, 2010 10:06 a.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
Interesting theory. I just happened to read something this morning before I viewed the first video. John Rock, a doctor who lead the research on the Pill, expressed in 1954 that an oral contraceptive "would be the greatest aid ever discovered to the happiness and security of individual families - indeed, to mankind" - his reasoning? - because "the greatest menace to world peace and decent standards of life today is not atomic energy, but sexual energy." The ideas of infinity and eternity are frightening and exhilarating, and the concept that procreation creates the universe in a never ending stream of matter has always been something of a simplistic way to explain the existence of both. But it makes sense. Energy and matter need to go somewhere. Everything dies, but where does it go? I've heard the explanation of God as being "God is in you." I think many people have gone quite mad trying to figure this stuff out. That's why we spend so much time trying to control our little grain of sand here called earth. When I think of us spinning around in space it brings feelings of insecurity and fear. Men manifest this inability to control the universe into wars and religious dogma to exercise what little control they have. I could go on and on, but I lack the energy....and Stephen Hawkings brilliance. I can grasp theories, but quantum physics, etc. are fascinating and far, far over my head. People who have experimented with LSD have been said to come close to the meaning of our existence. Our minds must first be opened in order to absorb that which is not fathomable to what little of our minds actually are open.— April 27, 2010 10 a.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
That's great, SD!! I certainly hope he gave you an A+. Going through the phases of life I enjoy my solitude and my single seed status. When my single stalk needs the company of others, it's nice to know I am surrounded by a field, for there is unity all around us, should we wish to seek it out. We are lucky to have that choice.— April 26, 2010 12:10 p.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
I like your way much better. For the greater good has always struck me as a shallow promise, for who is the benefactor then?— April 26, 2010 8:16 a.m.