hendelar

about time, perspective

glh — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 05:14:48 +0000

everyone does best they can yet are sure they could have done better

echoes of a small room

glh — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 03:45:52 +0000

dreams

a long step, a fine line

desolation

if it’s been said…

glh — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 00:15:36 +0000

after reading certain works (Hamlet for example), there doesn’t seem much left to write about.

finished, in awe:
Tales of the South Pacific
James A. Michener

sunlit shadow

glh — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 22:25:37 +0000

footstep, just a bit
louder than the last

yes, mojo coming home

one too many footsteps

glh — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 21:15:25 +0000

played a round in Cougartown
left from a cloud of silt
scorn she’d known
left her alone
looking to pin his guilt

They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you

Bob Dylan
Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues
Album: Highway 61 Revisted

degrees

glh — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:25:07 +0000

yes, a lighter shade of dark.

you never know what’s gonna’ come in when you live with your windows open to the world. you do know you’re probably not going to like it all. so it goes. the non-question is about relative merit; value of the good compared to the other.

three days without snowfall since it began to accumulate nearly three months ago. there is an eight-foot bank of it in front of the door.

today it sparkled.

gratitude…

glh — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:10:38 +0000

one day she laughed.
within a frame of ferocious bitterness, golden.

…you never know where you’ll find a cause.

200, still counting

glh — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 16:19:00 +0000

In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.

Charles John Huffam Dickens
b February 7, 1812
d June 9, 1870

faith fades in the distance

glh — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:50:50 +0000

it was a training jump from 5,000 feet. when I attempted to pull the ripcord at the end of the planned five-second free fall, it jammed. a “hard pull” it’s called.

the reserve chute will probably work though it’s a solution with little appeal. because of its smaller size, it provides a faster descent and therefore a harder landing. since it’s not equipped with steering, guidance to avoid colliding with trees and power-lines is left to wind and fate. worst of all, once the only backup is deployed, there isn’t a backup. rather not go there.

a lifetime or two ago.

today it feels like, once more, I’ve deliberately stepped out of the aircraft and that damn thing is stuck. again.
it’s still better than feigning contentment.

free falling
feb 2, 2012

same step, different day

glh — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 22:02:05 +0000

someone recently shared a Portuguese homily with me, which counsels the virtue of leaving things as they are: “the more you stir it, the worse it smells” the saying goes.

one problem with this philosophy is without knowing where to apply the shovel there is a risk of stepping into the same pile again and again. aka: a symptom of insanity, doing the same thing over again and expecting something different to occur. the metaphorical stink provides a means of identity. a flag.

methinks Socrates’ view, while somewhat zealous, “the unexamined life is not worth living”, makes more sense for a life limited by time.

Got to scrape that shit right off your shoe

Sweet Virginia
M Jagger / K Richards
Album: Let it Bleed