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River 06-01-2011 07:41 PM

Aphorisms, fiction fragments, random bits, poem bits
Form is a trap and an illusion.

Form is crucial and necessary.

To feel--fully feel--while thinking, really thinking ... is revolutionary.

To open up is to play with finger paints.

This is no brainstorm. My whole body is involved.

Play is serious business.

+ + +

They met in the Plaza. Had never seen one another before. Both were the death of art, of fiction, of poetry.
Both knew form in formlessness & vice versa as an inescapable fact and uncontainable mystery--the heart of
every glistening moment--, met each other as that. They did not speak. They weren't on meds. They had
escaped the prison of normalcy and abnormality. Their dazzling freedom was no affront, needn't moltov coctail
or advertise.

Silently, having just met, they sought each other's gaze and held it. They had never seen one another before.
They came to the dance and held still for it, gazing.

[ To be continued ]

River 06-01-2011 07:46 PM

We grow weary and bored
not with "the mundane"
nor even the familiar
but with our own
habits of perception.

The trick is to forgive ourselves.

River 06-01-2011 11:55 PM

[I have a "blog" here called River's Blog. This is just a sort of public sketch book for scribbles done nakedly in public -- though sometimes I'm actually wearing clothes. Don't get too literal!]

River 06-02-2011 12:02 AM

Okay, what this place needs just now is a good soup recipe. Got one?

Ariakas 06-02-2011 12:04 AM


Originally Posted by River (Post 84293)
Okay, what this place needs just now is a good soup recipe. Got one?

I have a few. My two specialties are potato leek soup or Carrot Ginger with a twist.. :D

River 06-02-2011 12:08 AM

Whichever -- or both -- please.

River 06-02-2011 12:16 AM

Remember honey bees when you were little? When they were utterly new?

Wildflowers, couds, lizards, turtles?

Utterly new?

At any moment we can draw such a breath.

Why wait?

How deep is this breath? How free?

Devlin 06-02-2011 04:43 AM

(Since I had a layer of poly-struggle in writing this poem, it seemed appropriate to post.)

I don't know which Me to Be.

The Me who is overly emotional
- or so it would seem -
or the Me who holds it back,
and in,
and together?

The Me who shares herself, completely and intensely
or the Me who closes off - (insert above adverbs).

I have no middle ground
where the real Me is
and jaded
and sheared
and shattered.

Every time I choose a Me
and Be -
it seems
I've made another mistake,
chosen wrong again,
and You're unhappy with Me
or some form
of fucked-up vice versa
where I'm unhappy with Me.

I don't know how to figure Me

All these Mes around.

The Me that I dream of Being
is the one

I'm afraid
to make
wrong choice.

So You choose the Me for a while, would You?

Devlin 06-02-2011 04:53 AM

I know some things
I know some things about some people.

I know that

most have questions
and few have answers.
a few openly use others,
a few aren't open about that at all,
and a few find themselves used
a little too often.

some want in it,
others want out of it,
and there are those that just want
to make it through.

some are in love...for the first time
some are in love...still
some are in lust
some, in limbo.

those who don't get enough sleep.
those who get too much sleep.
those who cry themselves to sleep.

there are a couple
who are so open
that it makes me want to cry
and there are a couple
who are so closed
that it makes me want to cry.

a lot who make me want to sigh.

some have been addicts
to this or that.
some still are.

several have grown,
are growing,
need to grow -
and others who have been touched,
are touching,
need to touch.

some love being parents,
some do not.
some never want to.
some can't at all.

some have hurt me,
some I've hurt.

there are those who struggle
in the pool of happiness

and a lucky few
who take laps,
cutting through the water
like warm knives and butter.

some knew me before,
some know me now....
few can claim both.....

2 don't know me at all.

4 love pets over people.

2 hang in there without medication.

5 can find laughter every day....
5 can't.

1 was brave enough
to make amends
and 1 did it
and became a best friend.

1 doesn't believe in God
a few more just don't get him
3 absolutely do
and a 4th gets that I do too
and then there are those who
are like I am
and use a different name for him.

Half are stuck
in ruts
in their lives,
ruts that span a wide spectrum....
half don't seem to be stuck at all,
never have as a matter of fact.

I've felt love for many,
and have had it in return from a few.

I know some things about some people.
So many of them are different from me.
So many the same as.
It's good to know I'm not alone.

Devlin 06-02-2011 04:56 AM

There you are
There you are.

Behind the invisible wall.

On the other side of the imposed boundary.

There you are.

Every day.

There, but not.

Here, but not.

I can see you, nothing more.

No other senses are allowed.

Snow White encased in glass.

I can look all I want.

And I do.

It's the only sense I have to use
while you exist on the other side
of the invisible wall.


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