Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
Imagine. No Google with which to
Google my symptoms, the hours at
A nearby store. No way to know the
Unknown and unknowable or long
Forgotten facts of it all. Knowledge
Is power. It gives me an edge. Or a
Heads up. What do I need to know?
Convergence at a distance confuses
The mind's eye, maybe even the eye
Plain and simple, although there is
Nothing simple [or plain] about it,
The eye is complex and complicated.
The bridges converging to the north
Merge and blend running at parallel
Tracks and turns, the shapes and the
Angles unique, distinctly different,
Each going its own way, whichever
Road it follows in a swoop or a semi
Circle, straight or narrow, there's a
Twist too, but you are too far away
And the converging roads confuse
How do you relax?
There's a song for almost any phrase
As it pops into my head. As it arises
With elipses, colloquial inaccuracies
Hum along with my thoughts, every
Endin' short one g, feels picturesque
Maybe it's picaresque. Maybe I'm not
Sharp 'cause I am tired. Tired 'cause
I need to relax. Listen to the song and
"Takin' it easy." Ending short a g, wiz!
It shouldn't surprise you that it's
All about time and that I am writing
About time and wondering what the
Time might be where you are or if
You have the time and asking if it's
The right time now for you or for us
For me, the time is ripe and always
Right. It's right on time, I would say
Are you surprised? Time is on my mind
This time, next time, every time, always
I wonder and ask is this a good time?
What time is it
From Tamara, really
Thoreau. Trudeau. Waldo.
Wondering where are you?
Trudeau. The funny one. Not
The other one. Theroux. Not
Henry David. The other one.
Ralph Waldo can come with.
Emerson is a decent radio, is
An off-brand, aren't we all?
Where in the world, are y'all?
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
Changes are harder than stasis
The status quo is quid pro, as is,
And requires no adjustment to
Make changes, big or small, to
Your world or mine. Will what
I say change your mind? That
I cannot guarantee or predict.
Go with your gut, your instinct.
Changes are hard, harder than
Letting it be. I want to make a
Change, but plus ça change is
A formula for things staying as
They are. The retort is "it's the
Same," or plus c'est la meme
Chose. The same but more so.
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
Boring, back pages stuff,
Man bites dog. Old hat not
News. Maybe true, maybe
Not. It happened once or
Maybe not. Mrs. Engel got
Married. Again. I think I
Once dated this new Mr.
The light blared overhead
As loud as a fog horn, as
Intrusive as sunshine in the
Clouds. A single bulb but raw
As a wound in the ceiling, its
Intensity sharpening into a
Deep glare of brightness
Just out of reach in that slim
Room of a sensible time to
Enter or dance, it was all at
Once too much and not enough
I will write the lyrics
To your melody, your
Song will become ours,
Your composition lifts
My words. We create a
Harmony, together, it's
Words and music when
You add the music and
I offer words. Now it can
Be sung. It has a voice. I
Will write the lyrics. You
Will turn it into the song
I walk among you as if I
Were one of you. I am not.
I am a stranger in your
Midst. I will need some
Kindness to welcome me.
What will I encounter from
You? Must I disguise my
Origins? You can sense an
Alien presence, you say.
There are too many of them
Around. I smile, a stranger
Looking for your friendship,
My heart in two places. May
I come home? Will you let me?
Tamara, really