Only a Blockhead

September 19

Who is watching porn?

The actress moans…

…I wake and hear a strident crow!

Crows can be a bit much. When dawn breaks, they may sit on high places and caw, caw, caw. Sometimes that breaks into dreams.

July 10

Another in the wind series

 

Flying high

in a cloudless azure sky

a piece of airborne plastic

Tighten it Up

 

—David

Muse of a Blockhead

Red wine in a warm room on a cold evening

Assailed by a sense of wellbeing, I stare at its cause with profound gratitude, then grab a pencil and write down the essence of the experience, amazed at the insight the grape makes possible.

The next morning, I find a scrap of paper on which is scribbled:

“the liquid; you just have to look at the liquid”

 

--Julian

There are No Coincidences.

—David

Climbing the Country Charts

 

For Julian, who is a fan of American country music.  I imagine this one will rocket up the charts.

 

--David

On Enlightenment

A few years back fellow Blockhead Julian and I had a discussion (off-blog) about enlightenment: whether such a state exists, and if it does whether it is worth pursuing.  Basically Julian answered yes, and I answered no.  This, by Mr. Furious, reminded me of that discussion:

The adventure lies in getting up every morning and not only figuring out a way to get out of bed and dealing with all the oppressive daily minutia, but in succeeding and in being triumphant and still finding room to love, care, and suffer for other people. To enjoy such true-blue miracles as the cherry and plum blossoms sprouting every spring, the mosquitoes flying into your ear, the peanut butter sandwiches with a little honey and sliced bananas is true enlightenment. Why do you think all of the really smart, spiritual poets write about everyday things? Basho wrote about frogs, snowy mornings, and a monk drinking tea. Issa wrote about spiders, idiot poets who write about snow, and flies making love. Po Chi I wrote about laziness. Li Po wrote about getting drunk and looking at the moon. Ikkyu wrote about jacking off and performing cunnilingus. Bukowski wrote about fighting bullies on the playground. The GZA wrote about Larry’s Bird flying out of Nicholas Cage. Lao Tzu wrote,

“Without going out of doors one may know the whole world; without looking out of the window, one may see the Way of Heaven. The further one travels, the less one may know.”

These are the adventures.

But not to an enlightened person.

Read the whole thing here.

--David

A Very Bing Christmas

 

--David

Fall, in the small hours

Sharp cracks break

The silence of the night:

Acorns dropping on garage roofs

 

--Julian

Visitor

Some pigeons browsing the orchard floor suddenly fly up simultaneously and perch in the plum trees.

I get the answer for this odd behavior almost immediately.

The shadow of a kite glides across the ground.

(Kites attack by swooping down. Impossible through tangled branches.)

--Julian