Whale fluke

Sometimes, just sad

Something in my dreams last night was sad. I don't remember what. I don't remember much if anything from that dream, which is unusual: my dreams are often vivid. But, whatever Dream-Me was up to last night, something about it was sad.

I woke up sad.

Doesn't always happen, even after a sad dream, but as I eased into my morning, I felt simply a little down. I realized it, I realized why, I did things to mitigate the sad feelings. That included getting more rest later in the morning; I eventually got up a little after 12:00 noon and showered. I haven't done much yet since. But, this afternoon, I'll get outside for at least a bit. I'm trying to be gentle and careful with myself, to work through it, but it made sense to acknowledge it.

Sometimes I am just sad.

I will manage that.
Scorpio

A quick poem today

I gave myself a small goal: get a poem written in a day, not in a few days or a couple of weeks. Here it is.






Match, Struck
by Christopher Walsh, 5/9/2021


Flame:
A way to fold the air
To pull the oxygen to heat
To sculpt a fleeting piece of glare
Which wavers, snuffs: wood, obsolete.
The shape it took, the purest stealth:
A flame can only form itself.



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Flavored Calories.

Pizza.

I've eaten my share of pan pizzas. I'm missing pan pizzas.

To remind myself that making pan pizzas is possible, here's a video (recommended to me by my friend Ryan Pollard) for a home method. Or I could time-travel to a sit-down Pizza Hut, and get their personal pan pizza and a soda with the neat tiny-cubed ice, but that method's much more involved.

Anyway, pan pizza.

Star Wars - Fly away...

Quiet Days

Stayed home for most of Wednesday and for all of today. Yesterday, the one outside errand was to the library for a DVD of Spike Lee's Malcolm X (1992), something of Lee's I hadn't seen yet. (I've started giving him more focus; I borrowed Mo' Better Blues and The 25th Hour last year, for instance.) In fact, a fair amount of Wednesday was spent resting in my rocking chair, letting myself nod off. Probably my most involved job yesterday was doing laundry.

Today I let myself have a bath, followed by a good scrubbing, both of which I hadn't done in a while. Begone, more skin flakes. And in the afternoon I watched Malcolm X, impressed and attentive. I took an intermission as it's 3 hours 20 minutes, but to quote Roger Ebert, “No good movie is too long and no bad movie is short enough.”
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Whale fluke

Poem Day, Part II

I wrote two poems from the same notes. This is the second.




Quiet, Time
by Christopher Walsh, 4/20/2021-5/2/2021


Events were avalanching —
And Much took place, then More
Then Too Much More, as well,
Asserting force on us
And swamping us
Until the sixty seconds in each minute
Felt overwhelmed and packed to burst
And overcome, events-wise.
This happened more, and often:
The News had added weight,
Concern that turned into something aggressive
And unignorable:
It's hard to turn our backs on Earth.
That's truly true: try looking at ninety degrees
Directly up.
What does that ceiling now remind you of? Or
What does that sky remind you of?
Our thoughts go somewhere: over-thinking's very possible.
(I'm not a meditation-doer, though I've heard it can help.)
But under-thinking's not a way out, either:
Our minds, unused, unsupervised,
Can go unruly, further into thoughts unwanted, ways afield.
Our minds: they want to think.
It's not their fault that Too Much More
Keeps happening.
So: how to pause? And what can ease?
I want myself, and each of us,
To reach more calm, to understand:
We never have to wait for Now.


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Whale fluke

Poem Day, Part I

I wrote two poems from the same notes. This is the first.




Stuffed
by Christopher Walsh, 4/20/2021-4/27/2021


If linear time exists
to keep
everything
from occurring All At Once
then is everything
trying to beat time
by testing how much
fills it now


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Good Omens

Yes, And...

Them: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in the hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
And then the dragons arrived.



Me: ...causing oh such a clatter
And screams as they started setting fire to matter


It almost scans!
WORDS YO

Growth! Efficiency!

About two weeks ago, I started notes for my next poem.

About a week later, I was making more notes, and realized: the notes were for two poems, not one.

I think both poems are done. Both should get posted tomorrow. Or maybe the next day, but posting them on the same day feels correct.
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