Romance needs some help this Spring in the northern hemisphere. Reflections upon romantic infatuation (1) -today- via a dialogue in haikus (bad idea from the getgo), and (2) -tomorrow- via philosophical musings verging on the esoteric (perhaps worse)…
Advisory messages heard at the edge of an early spring’s rushing mountian stream, swollen and forceful with surging transformed snowmelt… Tell of what you’ve seen and know, living waters!
Feelings around a pastiche of past and future romances part real, part imagination, part beyond truth or falsity.
Behind almost all human effort: an immeasurable primordial urge for union. But how to understand this urge? You can know things, as in successfully exhibiting the capacity to perceive their truth. Yet, a good dose of more life experiences may still comprise your destiny so as to cement the wisdom.
A family of five wild turkeys dwelt in this valley last spring, three newborn chicks, one albino. Watched them grow, seen often through the summer. Then their homelands were invaded by an aggressor troop eighteen strong. Occasional brief territorial squabbles, tribal instincts leading to an uneasy union. Then autumn, more sparseness, but so very resourceful. Leaves winding away, their tree roosts sometimes exposed. Then the snows came, early and unceasing. Till finally, one week, only a last intrepid one was still in evidence.
she kept a therapist’s sofa in her living room
backed by a dark oaken bookcase
mantled with a spill of white orchids
sizing me like sentient vaginas
Read On…
Where did IT (Information Technology) come from? And what is it’s underlying premise? The factually inclined rush to their Wikipedias and mime out the history. But suppose you wished to distract two or three generations of logically oriented career seekers away from reality? Could you do better than to ‘invent’ IT?
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