Emily, seriously

Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just ourselves -
And Immortality.

We slowly drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility -

We passed the School - where Children strove
At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -

Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my Gown,
My Tippet - only Tulle -

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were Toward Etenity -

Emily Dickinson

Deteriorata

I took a short bike ride, about 5 miles, in order to check out the north end of the Green River trail. I couldn't find where the trail was on the map so I drove to Tukwila (means hazelnut, I think) to the community center because I knew that the trail went through there. Then I headed north to see where the trail ended. I wanted to know how to find it when I left from home on the bike. Anyway I did find how to get to the trail from home by bike. However, on the way my chain jammed and I had to turn the bike upside down to free it. When I did this, I uncovered a scene of heartbreaking disaster.
Well, just a derailleur totally worn through and a bent rear wheel (I thought I noticed a lumpy brake) worn and age-cracked tires. Et Cetera!
So...I guess my biking is through for awhile. Fidelio (see previous bike blogs)is going to the shop for some long overdo maintainance.
My riding is over for a while.

How war damages us all

Living on the leftover scraps of her impossible dreams
I hear a child crying, trapped
under the rubble of her destroyed heart

She dresses in colors of deep reds and dark blues
As if she wanted to look like a bruise

I want to cry like a nine year old girl over a dying pet

I used to keep my heart locked safe in a steel vault,
Safe,
Saved

I have learned since then,
I've grown

An imprisoned heart cannot breathe

Now I keep it in a bullet proof vest
Strong but flexible

At least I will survive

Blues

Not feeling too enthusiastic last couple of days. Mainly sleeping and reading my way through the "A" shelf of the mystery section of my local library branch.
Here's an old one. I have several and anytime I cant think of anything worthwhile
I'll publish one. OR, maybe all of them at once. Quod fiat, fiat.

I used to be a painter
My favorite color blue
Till someone stole my paintbox
Now I don't know what to do

The loss of my vocation
Has messed up my whole life
Now all I do is stay home
And make love to my wife

This kind of thing has consequences
I'm sure that you all know
And now I'll bet that you can guess
Where this little song will go

I got the babies 'cause I lost my blues



I refuse to apologise

Official Welcome

Welcome to my site, Robin, Music Freak, Heron Heard, and Peg.
Peg, I would like to tell you "The Story", but your site is "not found".

Surely not in church?

Last time I was in church, as I stood with the rest to pretend to sing, I noticed a feminine form in a pew ahead of me. As I was practising certain mental calculations concerning that form, The form's owner reached behind and began to caress a large muscle situated approximatly in the center of aforementioned anatomy.the very one I had been contemplating. Oh my God, thinks I, Minds can be read! She knows what I'm thinking. Thought transference is possible!
A little while later, as we all sat again, I noticed that I was getting a bit squirmy and realized that, because it was a warm and humid day she was just dealing with sticky underwear, and was a bit less inhibited than the rest.
Another triumph of rational thought.
Science sure takes all the fun out of life.

The Butterfly incident

A butterfly flashed into my face
A stopwatch image of colorful contrasts
Gold as the promise of love
Black as the trap of hate
Just an instant, then away
A slight smudge on my glasses
Where has it gone
Is it still alive?

Blog Party Infinite

I love parties but have always been disappointed by thier temporal limitations.
You spend the first half hour shyly wondering whether you should have come at all because you don't know most of the people. Then perhaps you see someone you know, you start a conversation. Soon you are talking to strangers even though your mother told you not to. Than as the evening progresses, inhibitions loosen (alcohol, happy smoke)
When things are running smoothly and you are becoming the life of, energy level drops, people start to leave.
You settle into an interesting conversation that seems to be going somewhere, and the host must needs bid adieu (need sleep work morning)
A rent in the cocoon, ejection from the womb of socialibility, into the reality of the drive home, contemplating the things you should have said. Contemplating the things you shouldn't have said. The brilliant thoughts left unexpressed. Mangled sentences that are never to be edited into thier true form.
WELL!!
Here we all are, the whole world is at this one!
But we can edit, we can spell check, we can actually say what we meant to say!
We can ponder our neighbors comments untill we understand and can respond intellegently. Our brilliance polished untill it fairly gleams!
So take your time, partymates, if you love me, your praise can be as sincere and beautiful as Shakesperian soliliquy
If you don't, your insults can be just as stingingly apt.

Bike trip II

All right,I made it. All the way around Lake Washington. I was resting a lot through the last 5 miles however. I started from Rainier Beach at 7:30 and got to Kenmore at 10:45 for a sausage mc somthing or other. Home again in 7 hours. Lost 4 pounds, got it back already.
I was assigned this weight and I consider it my duty to keep it.
It is my lot in life.
The endorphins are nice (I guess that's what this feeling of calm is) I had sort of epiphany about a situation that has been bothering me for a while and made a moral decision about it and acted on it. So I'm probably in some kind of big trouble again as is the way with the moral decisions of the world. Especially when made under the influence of drugs. More especially when made under the influence of drugs manufactured by your own body (see this years Tour de France)
Perhaps if I keep up the exercise, these psychotropic chemicals will keep giving me the feeling that I am right about this.
The feeling of being right is always a dangerous one.
Sort of like feeling that the world loves you (speaking of dangerous chemicals) because you feel like loving the world.
Any way, the Seattle to Portland bike run is 4 trips around the lake. As it says In my bio, I am an old man, so forget that.
Now on to the hike around Mt. Rainier's wonderland trail. And finishing the canoe trip from Flaming geyser park to Alki point.
As my soul mate and the one and only true love of my life, Emily, puts it, I would not wait for death. I'll ride out to look for it, I'm sure it's out there somewhere Perhaps this heart that has spent most of it's life in a broken state will finally get smart ant give it up. Wouldn't it be nice if it happened on the slopes of Rainier and the ugly body never found but by wolves, crows and bacteria.
Just my luck, I'll probably stay alive to contemplate Gods exquisitly ironic gift of the knowledge of our own eventual deteriation and the pleasure of looking through the window of the great party of life without "A" list status.
Enough of this blather. See you later.