Losing my footing on the spinning bawl

so, we

are losing our footing on the spinning ball.  yes, we.  no, we.  i’ve lost it, and it’s temporary, but the sense of feeling the connexion(s) to everything and everyone else is tenuous, at best.

this facet of identification is, like many things, graphically illustrated by the good old sine wave.  troughs and peaks.  and i’d like to close this ride on the merrigoaround with a grab at the golden ring.  it’ll take some werk.

times like this i feel that the canvas is more real than the stuff we put on it.  my life as a sketch.  as a tapestry.  as a potter’s soon-to-be-discarded deformed flower pot.  the brief and fleeting melodic phrase, enmeshed in and felt and expressed, but evaporated minutes later.  oh, those darn haunting fleeting shreds of dissipating notes …

so it is with seemingly everything.  we would all be really very really smart if we remembered everything we learned.  mostly, i know that i once knew.  we are sliding into the seasonal furnace, the oven is on, we will broil, we will cope in whatever ways, relief at the breezes and rains and storm fronts but basically watch helplessly as the lawn yellows.  i hope i can find the time for frequent forays into the high country.

a week at a time, or so, that is how i leap-frog thru’ whatever it is i’m doing, or not, in this coalescence of space/time which, collectively, i think we all call “earth.”  my part of it, at least.  sometimes i feel my “body” is but a localized collection of particles intertwined with the associated energies serving as either a cage or a trap or the hermit-crab-shell for “my” consciousness.  i’m fairly sure it’s mine.  either that, or the sense of continuity is fairly convincing.  easily fooled.  can all of me be fooled all the time?  hope not.

i will probably never (until i figure out what doo-wah-diddy means) be ensconced in my perfect life, but if i make some headway in that sort of approach, i’d try to write more.  and also organize some of the things already and mostly written.  i could take all the hockey stories into a single somewhat long and hopefully not too boring story.  well, chapters.  the material is there, i’ve just gotta thread it together.

i could dive into “best frenz” a bunch more, as i often think of what seems to be fitting and appropriate (and, a good thing for me to pursue:  nice things to say about people, especially if i don’t happen to like whoever at present).  that is why i started and think i’m mostly finished with but hope i’ll remember more things to put into “sibling positives.”  that essay is/was an exercize and like reciting a litany, the (way)stations of the cross, meditating on calming the beast within, smoothing the ripples at the bottom of the pond.  yes, that will be more publicly-promulgated (well, i intend to, some day!) eventually.

the opposite of S P is a thinly-veiled fiction, sometimes called the QuickSandMemo (QSM), or could be called “why Sarah doesn’t like Justine.”  there might be more outrages i’ll either remember or will occur in the future.  there’s a place to plant those weeds …

and whatever else just happens.  pops up.  and if the worse does go all the weigh around and comes up on itself (worse comes to …) … groggily, it’s head throbbing, cursing the hangover, seeking absolution in forgettfullness and a deep sleep or perhaps even better, the plunge into the deep cool pulsating pool

ah, heck.  i could try to organize the many dozens of chapters of the BLORG.  or get an apprentice / secretary to do it, so i can go golf or something.

there should be a hockey outlet.  continued running, ruminating, regurgitating of life, rectifying the wrecked-um, and

horngulation on the hongus.

gwadamagontching on the ganges.  think evile shaved-heads pony-tailed krishna-phreeks riding the whoarsez uv doom scattering the sacred brahmin cattle among the banks of the ganges.

and meeyoozick.  just gotta.  will and should we seriously hoard for the always-imminent but possibly-never-to-really-arrive apocalypse?  maybe we should collect as many of the end-of-the-whirled moovies as possible:  madmax, the postman, eli, omegaman, the road, the time masheen, i am legend, 28 daze, 29 daze, world flesh and the devil, some obscure new zealand last man on earth movie we rented along time ago, when worlds collide, and a dozen others i’ve mercifully forgot.  we should hoard a PA system and drums and stuff to continue the jam with.  ammunition.  (does THAT have an expiration date?)  gas generator.  a friend told me he doesn’t have to have guns or stuff ’cause he can FIX just about anything.  (like the short fellow in madmax/thunderdome who “has the knowin’ of many things.”)  ‘cept mike ain’t that short.  we’ll ramp up on the hoardin’ of cats.  won’t be too many mice in our junkyard!  did i mention gas?  oil?  i’ve envisioned driving around in as large as an RV as i can tolerate, pulling a trailer with the abbreviated hardware store within.

hoarding aside, i think i should un-hoard memories.  those knots of seemingly-associated recollections intertwined into what passes as my deepest innermost thoughts.  ‘cept they ain’t deep, and they’re innermost only ’cause i can’t retrieve them easily, it’s not ’cause i don’t want to, share, promulgate, express them.  ’cause there’s a thing or three there.  amusing stuff.  funny stuff.  coincidental things.  ‘the sacred and the profane’ standing on the stage side-by-sighed.  nobody’s watching, wonder why i can’t just slip between the seconds of time and

2 thoughts on “Losing my footing on the spinning bawl

  1. I seriously love this post. Really made me think and the imagery that its brings to life is astounding.

    Have you read I Am Legend by Richard Matheson? I think you would really, really love it. It has one of the most profound endings to a novel I have ever read – and its great food for thought when day dreaming about the apocalypse. Also, this post reads very Hegelian – have you ever perused his writings/philosophies? I think you may be a disciple of his whether you know it or not.

    I also really dig the new layout – looking good partner.

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