telling someone with a mood disorder to "cheer up" is a little like telling a cancer patient to "feel better." I understand the sentiment you're aiming for, but in reality what you're saying is useless and kind of offensive.
Think about who you're talking to before you speak.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
borrowed finery improvisation
church door, white album paint cracked
deadbolt and key-lock caging stories outside
we tell ourselves we live outside, we tell ourselves
we'll die outside, everything
we need is outside, outside sense-self-logic,
princess existence of no value, no world,
candy-white church door like a haze
between here and there, exist and unexist,
caged world quilted in warm
down feathers until we tell ourselves
it's time to lay down outside, the prophet
leads us through the deadbolt door, we
tell ourselves we'll die outside, and
in order to live we'll happen in
the sea, drown uncaged beneath ripples,
exist and unexist, no value in
cage, no value in sea, whether
it is exist or unexist, the stories lie
outside the door, in the world. We
break the deadbolt, tell stories in
order to live, tell stories in order
to die, pied piper seasalt drowning,
exist and unexist.
(Note: First draft of another W303 improvisation.)
deadbolt and key-lock caging stories outside
we tell ourselves we live outside, we tell ourselves
we'll die outside, everything
we need is outside, outside sense-self-logic,
princess existence of no value, no world,
candy-white church door like a haze
between here and there, exist and unexist,
caged world quilted in warm
down feathers until we tell ourselves
it's time to lay down outside, the prophet
leads us through the deadbolt door, we
tell ourselves we'll die outside, and
in order to live we'll happen in
the sea, drown uncaged beneath ripples,
exist and unexist, no value in
cage, no value in sea, whether
it is exist or unexist, the stories lie
outside the door, in the world. We
break the deadbolt, tell stories in
order to live, tell stories in order
to die, pied piper seasalt drowning,
exist and unexist.
(Note: First draft of another W303 improvisation.)
Friday, February 3, 2012
walking meditation improvisation
blank and breath and
breathe breathe breathe
burnt sienna squelch beneath
feet damp over unmown
loam and grass tree root
chirp and the sinking
into and below and
damp red shoes dirt-tinged
dirt like the dirt beneath
fingernails and the mind,
the memory, hazel acidic
kiss and once
bitten, blank and breathe
breathe wow you're really
bad at this game, you're
really very bad at it, so blank
and breathe breathe breathe
cold toes and water squeezing
through grass and mud
squeezing like an orange
bright sunburst peel of
flesh, here, take this flesh
in the air, the droplets
moisture clings and curls
tendrils around an open
halo flame, space and blank
and white-grey blank
and breathe breathe
breathe in burnt
sienna flesh.
(Note: This is another unedited improvisation from my ENG-W303 class. It will also likely appear later in a more polished form.)
breathe breathe breathe
burnt sienna squelch beneath
feet damp over unmown
loam and grass tree root
chirp and the sinking
into and below and
damp red shoes dirt-tinged
dirt like the dirt beneath
fingernails and the mind,
the memory, hazel acidic
kiss and once
bitten, blank and breathe
breathe wow you're really
bad at this game, you're
really very bad at it, so blank
and breathe breathe breathe
cold toes and water squeezing
through grass and mud
squeezing like an orange
bright sunburst peel of
flesh, here, take this flesh
in the air, the droplets
moisture clings and curls
tendrils around an open
halo flame, space and blank
and white-grey blank
and breathe breathe
breathe in burnt
sienna flesh.
(Note: This is another unedited improvisation from my ENG-W303 class. It will also likely appear later in a more polished form.)
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