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he, who gets slapped

9 May

i stumbled on this little gem this afternoon. actually, i didn’t stumble on it. i read wk kortas on a regular basis.

W.k. kortas--mediocre means "better than some".

One quickly learns to fall and roll,
(The pratfall is his stock in trade)
But hard surfaces take their toll,

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soon June minus 49

10 Mar

My dad gave me an electric razor. No more risking sharp edges across my face and no more soapy water.

I had an idea for a story; about a kid who walks beside a swimming pool and reads the rules of the pool and then breaks every one of them and in doing so, he leads his little pack of friends astray.

I was in Scottsdale, Arizona a few weeks ago. I remember a canal there. A set of posters were on display explaining that White Amure Fish had been dropped into the canal to eat weeds. I thought that was a great idea, a Flintstonian idea.

I watched a documentary on the Mennonite Drug Cartel. The key word here is documentary. It wasn’t a movie. It was real. It is real.

I’d like to work for the Montreal port and keep track of all the ships that come and go.

The longest book I’ve ever read is Don Quixote. It was close to 1,000 pages. I had to read it for school, but still, I enjoyed it. The teacher told us to not read any reviews or comments about the book. He wanted us to have our own Quixote experience. I liked that the narrator of the book sometimes had an Arabic sounding name. We decided in class that maybe it was the author’s way of saying that the Spanish character consisted of many races – from the Phoenicians to the Greeks to the Romans to the Moors and so on.

Someone wonders why those Jews grow side curls and wear such funny hats. “For the same reason I love newspapers,” I answer “Because my father does and his father did. It’s enjoyable to ruffle those pages and read.”

I was reading that Israeli floral and fauna book again during my lunch break. I turned to the page on centipedes. “Of the two common species(in Israel), the scarlet scolopender is to be feared….up to 8 inches, not deadly, but a painful bite.”

What a great name – Scarlet Scolopender.

I was convinced again today that people are inherently great; after a co-worker told me that the book ‘Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’ was loosely based on Dante’s ‘Inferno,’ something about our souls being everlasting gobstopping suckers to our appetites.

a fork in the sky

1 Dec

three telephone wires,treeslife 004
lounging lazy hammock
twanged by the wind
sends one bird into a seagull breeze
and another
pigeon perched in mummified solitude,
above a library entrance,
staring at nothing in particular.

painting by colorsetbrushes

good ending

7 Mar

More painting from colorsetbrushes and some of the words I said and so I wrote them down here and some of the words the painter said like “yep, a good ending” and so I wrote those down too.

colorsetbrushes

it was just another day soleillevant 001
just another one of those
most incredible;
beautiful,
unbelievable,
breathtaking,
colorful sunsets
and she said,
“yep, a good ending.”

Words by steve; broken bats

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ski night

2 Mar

colorsetbrushes keeps painting. broken bats keeps adding words

colorsetbrushes

feet as reigns;skinight 001 (2)
arms in conveyor belt obedience
you got the i and I now;
can hear the snow dust crawl
across burial mounds
plaguing you with certainty.
fire extinguishers no longer holding sway;
free to cross the Red Sea again with
severity and discipline twisting on the other side;
a double helix latte at the ski lodge.

-words by Steve; broken bats

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morning yoga

1 Mar

more gang bang from colorsetbrushes on paint and broken bats with words.

colorsetbrushes

saw dust and pillars;
salt shakers and sugar
everything stuck in transitionsaguenay 001 (3)
these dark hours disguised as light;
our primordial dusk;
how could we know this would be day 1;
again?
we were so tired, but still
befriending vultures and
loving without a compass.
god, i hope to always notice
the caboose kid slipping under the fence
into Remo’s junkyard and out;
like a tree ring spun free from the stump;
yoked and ready to climb down the blue;
to stretch in Saguenay mawning

-words by Steve; broken bats

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The nature of things

21 Feb

another gang bang effort by colorsetbrushes with broken bats on vocals

colorsetbrushes

we cheered for trees and waterthenatureofthing2
like we cheered for washers and dryers
and the evergreens looked like pagodas and the water sang a song;
a spin cycle confession and a
tumble day dry off.
we danced in naked feet and started over.

cats and their however many lives seem to be on to something.

-by Steve, broken bats

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