By meekahmath on Thursday, January 27th, 2011

the worship of jackals by jackasses. modern american politics.

all of it rhetoric, all of “historic”, all of it pedantic, phrentic, sophomoric. ic ic ic.

 we pretend to be concerned about fair humanity, good liberals. we pretend to be concerned about good responsibility, fair conservatives. mawkish justications and good old esoterrorism takes over: claimed noblesse oblige leads our way, we of the low lands. we the water carriers. herders. brute bourgeoise. the big and powerful tamed by the lowest animal, slithering beneath our feet, groveling with a master’s sting. we hold the power but are too stupid to realize we are also the lowest animal: the human. mark the twain: each of us is measured in the same idyllic sin: self. each carries the venomous surge of pride. and none of us really cares for anyone but ourselves.

ourselves attaches and mingles with those we love, too. they of course an extension of the self. but we are motivated soley by that want, the most regal of us, the most swarthy of us, and each and every sort in the middle.

creatures, all the same.

By meekahmath on Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

My fingers have OCD. I type, delete, pause, retype. Pauses become caesura’s and I fumble, delete, pause, refumble for the proper voice. I think it’s related to what I know I am and what I want others to see. A bad habit, a human habit, but lofty and idyllic and…fake. So, a pledge: to disregard decorum, sometimes proper grammar and mechanical function for what I wish to discuss, as I want to discuss.

To live life, without apology, is always my mantra. The promise of this path smells sweet, tastes a bit acrid. And so, I sometimes fail to follow my own advice.

In the end, we all fail to follow what logic and reason tells us is so and fall victim to emotion, excess, suitcases full of memories. I’m comfortable with what’s been packed. Now, I’m learning how to fall without breaking anything inside. Because, we all do, after all, fall I mean.  It’s just the landing, how you stick it, with graceful aplomb, or face down and dirty, that matters. It’s the measure of a life well-earned I think.

Teach and cheat…anagrams. This bothers me tremendously.