Mother

conceive me
carry me
hold me
feed me
need me
raise me
appraise me

stroke me
pet me
affect me
trust me
support me
believe me
perceive me

slap me
confuse me
reject me
eject me
neglect me
excuse me
leave me
be…

Some advice from Kurt

In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond – and his response is magnificent:

“Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash receptacals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!”
Kurt Vonnegut

I will be doing a feature post on him another time…

Reading

reading
mind feeding
could be misleading
your brain
into believing
that any written word
is true
a recipe
for subconscious mix up
when gullibility
becomes glue
that ties
likeable
little
latent
lies
together
imbedding
text
lines
letters
headings
in your brain
instilling
dubious snippets
someplace
where my words
just may remain

Witty word: Blastfume

definition for blastfume
/blɑːst fjuːm/

adjective
The expression of great anger in a loud explosive manner:
His whole demeanor consisted of anger portrayed by his never ending blastfume.

verb
The act of forcefully expressing great anger in an loud explosive manner:
The strict reformed minister blastfumed his way through the service speaking only of the devil and hell scaring his god fearing flock of adamant believers.

noun
an amount of gas or vapour that smells strongly after a blast:
The smell of blastfume seemed rather overwhelming after Canis Lupus threw a stick of ACME dynamite at Roadrunner upon hearing the recurring sound “meep meep”, which drove him crazy in contrast to what viewers thought was the reason for chasing him all these years.

origin of blastfume:
2021; poetpas ©; Modern English, Roadrunner, based on philosophical wit.

I cannot

I cannot
sleep
without you

I cannot
weep
without you

I cannot
think
without you

I cannot
eat
without you

I cannot
talk
without you

I cannot
walk
without you

I cannot
laugh
without you

I cannot
smile
without you

I cannot
see
without you

I cannot
be
without you

I cannot
live
without you

I can not
but I do

~for JG

You were meant for me – Frank McComb – Someday we’ll all be free

You were meant for me
No one else could come between this love, I know
Cause I’ll never let you go

You and me… it seems
Never have a problem we can’t overcome
Cause you’ll always be the one

Never thought I’d be so happy
Loving you has made feel so fine
I can see my friends turn green with envy
Everytime I tell them, I’m so glad you’re mine

You were meant for me
No one else could come between this love, I know
Cause I’ll never let you go

You and me it seems… never have a problem we can’t overcome
Cause you’ll always be the one… yeah

Never did one thing to hurt me
You always understood my ways
If I could, I’ll stay right here beside you
With your hand in mine, making love for days

You were meant for me
No one else could come between this love, I know
Cause I’ll never let you go

You were meant for me

~ Donny Hathaway

Hang on to the world as it spins around
Just don’t let the spin get you down
Things are moving fast
Hold on tight and you will last

Keep your self respect, your manly pride
Get yourself in gear
Keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here
Take it from me, someday we’ll all be free, yeah

Keep on walking tall
Hold your head up high
Lay your dreams right up to the sky
Sing your greatest song
And you’ll keep going, going on

Take it from me, someday we’ll all be free
Hey, just wait and see, some day we’ll all be free, yeah
Take it from me, someday we’ll all be free
It won’t be long, take it from me, someday we’ll all be free
Take it from me, take it from me, take it from me