The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 7/10/06)

[RetroLounge]

Sorting the Entanglements

In my will the basement goes to the spiders. This includes
all the tools and boxes saved for box emergencies.
Particularly the Shop Vac cannot be touched. The Shop Vac
can kill more spiders per second than any device short

of a bomb. Bombs are messy whereas Shop Vacs were designed
for people who fear lint and want to vacuum water. From water
came the trout with no eyes. My friend Tom suggested we clean
the trout and cook it in butter and have it on the table

when my wife came home. We would be smiling at the trout
with no eyes and she'd eat some of the trout with no eyes
and be impressed with our small competency. I asked Tom
if he was troubled by this ocular deficiency. He asked me

if I'd intended to eat the eyes. Tom left with the trout
and feeling sick to his stomach. I'd have to kill the spiders
to discover if they still have eyes. Because my basement's
a Wildlife Preserve, I'd go to jail for that. My dream date

doesn't begin with the question, What'cha in for, boy?
The trout's part of a larger sadness including three-legged
elk and impotent sperm whales. For those of you who scan
rather than read, that's impotent and not important. Important

sperm whales apparently don't exist. I too feel small
before these facts and prefer a game of Jarts to environmental
activism. Jarts, while dangerous, can be played without slogans
and bullhorns and placards, you need a lawn and beer

and the willingness to impale or be impaled. In short we all
qualify. I admire the spiders even as I fear them. They knit
their homes straight out of their bodies. If I did this
I'd have a home made of vomit and piss. The only people

who'd visit would be people I'd rather not know. Time
and again the pattern of spiderwebs comes out the same.
I can't write my name twice without fooling myself as to who
I am. I believe this ability of spiders constitutes some kind

of wisdom. I believe this is what the I.M.F. calls miraculous.
In the next county, Herefords give birth to fibroid tumors,
peltless minks are the rage in France. Oops is not a big enough
word. Sorry is not. Stupid begins to exploit the lexicon.

I enjoy the image of a lawyer reading my will to the spiders.
The spiders are shitting their webs and stacking flies. The new owners
must negotiate access to the fuse box. I bequeath my snow tires
to the hyacinth. I leave my body to the unfashionable Earth.

Bob Hicok

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RL

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[miss_american_pie]

1. ...

:hug:

[RetroLounge]

16. ...

:hug:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. Good morning, my dear Retro!

Is it a blue Monday?

I am struggling to figure this one out.......but the message I'm getting is of overwhelming sadness.......

:hug:

[wildhorses]

3. I leave my body to the unfashionable Earth.

yes, no matter how hard we try it is just NOT fashionable to be amazed by the the earth and all its bountious wonders...I like this guy...does he have more? The IMF can NOT produce something from nothing and as such should be suitably chastised but are they? Oh NO they go on and on exchaning worthless money for worthless money ad nasuem...it makes me sick sick sick...meanwhile back at the ranch I intend to enjoy what nature has to offer for as long as I can and I too intend to leave my body to the unfashionable Earth. I have the oak tree already picked out to be my headstone. I work in a hospital I REFUSE to die in one...


sorry for the ramblings...


:hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. Good morning, my dear wildhorses.......

Good to see you........

I plan on being cremated.......none of this getting moldy for me!

I like your ramblings, sweetie!

:hug:

[wildhorses]

6. Hi CalPeg

:hug:


I don't why this poem set me off...

I am glad you like my ramblings and I like hearing your voice of reason...and I know it is just a body but I am claustrophobic and fire is so HOT and the Indian in me says to just walk out into the woods my spirit will know when it is time to go...

I just get a peaceful feeling when I think about like that and that is why it feels right for me

to each his own...we all must choose our path how we shall live and so therefore how we shall die.

it is too EARLY in the morning to be this philosophical:silly:

and so....


with that
























































CalPeg for President

[Kajsa]

11. Good morning, everyone.

This reminds me of something my mother
told me when I was very sad/ afraid of the
concept of death( which is part of life).

She said,

" We die so there will be room for new people/animals."

It was that simple and direct.
And it made sense to me.

:think:

[wildhorses]

12. well, this is true but, also since we are energy we will go on

just in another form...

just my 2 pennies

BTW...a belated welcome to the Lounge

come early and post often

:hi:

[Kajsa]

13. Thank you, wildhorses.

I understand what you're saying-I agree.
My mom was talking about the physical presence,
i.e. the space we take up on this planet.

I've been here a little while.
I just changed my avatar for now.
It was the HRC logo, to support them
after the miserable attempt by the Senate
to pass the Marriage "Protection" Act.- What a farce!!

I got into a discussion with Ravenseye about the
one thing we disagree on-
SuperBowl 2006.

Thanks again for the warm welcome.
I love your blogname- it's one of my
favorite Rolling Stone songs.

:7 :hi:

[Rhiannon12866]

5. Wow. Powerful words. But It brought this one to mind, though I can't say

why... It's probably just me...:shrug:

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

[wildhorses]

7. thanks for that Rhiannon12866

and I can see why the OP brought that Frost poem to mind...it is VERY much the same topic

Nature is GOLD
like money wishes it could be

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

:hug::hi:

[swimboy]

8. I'm thankful that I can hold a moonbeam in my hand

but it has to be on the moonbeam's terms.

I'm okay with that. That's as it should be.

I'm thankful.

:hi:

[wildhorses]

10. I see all is right in your world swimboy

if only the IMF could see it that way...

[Rhiannon12866]

15. I know. It always has to be on the moonbeam's terms...

But I'm also okay with that, and I accept it, too...:-)

Rhiannon:hi:

[RetroLounge]

17. That's as it should be

:hi:

RL

[Rhiannon12866]

14. Wow. Thanks for this amazing reply.

Nature really is our gold, something that has been totally written off by this current administration. That's one of the issues that I work for, everyday.:grr:

As far as holding a moonbeam in your hand, it took me a minute, but I got it. Maria. And I've tried, and failed, in recent days, but I'm not giving up...:-(

Thanks,
Rhiannon:hi::hug:

[swimboy]

9. Excellent and intuitive poem.

economy of expression regarding the people of the Shop Vac.

:hi: