Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Hey. You.
Do you think it's fair that any time you want to 'see' me you pop by?
What happens when *I* want to see *you*?
Bloggery is such strange work.

A word about "seems".
Didn't Emily Dickinson write a poem about being formal inside? People do this. They trot out "seem" and other formal three dollar words like "draconian" and "etiquette" to prove how very sensible and in control they are.Business communication for personal relations.

What it really means is that the hall of the heart has been threatened into order. A course of action has been decided and any sparkling sprites of alternate decisions have been caged behind heavy velvet curtains along with the elephant in the room; the heart thumps just a half-beat behind, and forgetting begins. Of course, there is the fact that the sprites and the elephant remain. They are full of every sort of matter. An interesting thing. You begin to second guess your memory of elephant and sprite sparkle, you amplify qualities and diminish others...If you refuse to acknowledge them even as they sit within you, does it mean that they no longer exist? When a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Almond Joy or Mounds?
This sort of thinking will occur when you have worked all night. I don't recommend it.