chicken egg road, blog #2001

big red egg – foto by Smith

Why did the egg cross the road?
To get to the chicken on the other side.

egg world – foto by Smith

Post #2000 – Social Fabric

On the conflict between developing myself vs. being a relatively happy beer drinking ice cream eating weight gaining couch potato.

laughing in a room alone

seduced by flavor – foto by Smith

Laughing in a Room Alone

And now we do the parse and shuffle
in this night of greeting card
here at the shrine of the sorrowful Smith

We all rise by quark up through the atomic,
nuclear, hadronic, molecular school rule.

So then what is our expanding universe
expanding in to, exactly?
What unwhats our presence decrease?

I mean, if you can’t talk to strangers
who do strangers talk to?

I know to get to wisdom
you amp up the circuit
then take out the filters.

You can’t make everything better
but sometimes you can make some of it less bad.

Dark cloud at the end of town
I surf the curse of worse
find meaning the making machine.

Better fresh than foul
better worn than weary.

Life in the flesh lane —
keep shaking that Etch-o-Sketch, human
backside the mirror here in tarnished brain land.

2 hours of error – foto by Smith

Eclectic Lentil Soup

1 C small Canadian lentils or similar. Green French lentils would also be good. (Dry lentils.)
4-6 T olive oil or peanut oil
dash sesame oil
dash Adobo powder
3 shallots
3 cloves garlic
2 small onions
1 apple, skinned, cored and chunked
1 sweet potato
2 carrots
1 red potato
1/3 C raisins
3 sprigs of fresh rosemary
6-8 T light miso

Soak lentils overnight.

Chop shallots, garlic & onions and fry lightly in the olive/sesame oil in a heavy bottomed pan. While they are frying, stir in 2 T of the miso (to help develop the flavor) and chop the potatoes and carrots into largish nonuniform chunks. When done chopping, put the potato/carrot mixture in the with the onions and oil and lightly fry for 5 minutes to develop the flavor, stirring every so often.

After the five minutes, add the apple, raisins, dash adobo powder and lentils to the pot. Cover such that an inch of water covers the ingredients. Mixture should be very lightly salty, not very salty. If you can’t taste any salt, add a little bit of adobo powder.

Bring to a boil and then let simmer, very lightly, uncovered, 30-45 minutes or until carrots and lentils are cooked through. The last five minutes, add the sprigs of rosemary. By this point, the soup should be fairly stew-like, more a stew than a soup.

When the rosemary flavor is sufficiently integrated into the soup, remove the sprigs, turn off the heat, and stir in the rest of the miso (it is best to not boil miso in order to get its nutritional benefits.)

6-8 servings.


silly simplicity

tender in the night – foto by Smith

Sirens in the Night

My night opera of sirens
serenade a la doo-wop
a bop bamboo
in clash of broke and tires
tears wet and torn
bebop be horn reborn
from Bird Is Dead
to Thelonious Monkastery
somewhere down near Monterey
your you your your
my me meme me
we be cool jazz alludes
Mister and Misses Dudes
in bed embedded in the wet wicked west
you purrin’ my tail whirrin’
my heart right through my head

star juice – foto by Smith

all below

life – foto by Smith

All the Above

Fear of life.
Fear of death.

Is this a test?

death – foto by Smith

Remembering Knowing

Funky realistic minnows at this depth.

Head hurts. Neurontin.

Stranded on the shore where I can no longer hear the miracle, only intuit. I do not know directly the meaning of the sand, or of mouth full of seawater. I can only remember knowing.

Direct plugin disconnected.

Smith is in the next room, and I cannot discern if it seems to be in relation to my thoughts. He makes coffee.

Universal mind is capricious with the typos, or maybe it’s just me.

I am the tap tap tapping of universal mind. My keyboard taps out a message to the universal mind. My eyes tap out a vision. My ears tap out a song. My nose taps scent.

Mandy cat walks gently in as though to remind me of her epiphanies from the God-concept.

I am a good worker. I am not making art. I am useless sometimes. Sometimes I am useful.

I am trying.

I will run and I will get mauled by circumstance.

I feel abandoned by the God concept. But I am a greedy little Christ. I need reassurance for everything.

I need to remember hope and expectation and how I created this catastrophe.

I created Global Warming. I created the Bush Regime. I created everything.

The eyes and tympanies of butterflies and birds remind me of what was created by the perceivers who perceived before belief–just drop of leaf.

I would be a prophet, I would. I would write a beautiful algorithm for the God concept.

My algorithm would be an account of the raw awful beauty and redemption.


world warp weave

why i – foto by Smith

World Warp Weave

Maybe so maybe so I say
to your bob and nod and nay
but for quick fur instance
if a cat got cash
you be trash or interest?

It’s the moist mark of the past
the old glow gone glitter
that makes new the now
this wow pow ow now
of lies allowed and certified
by clones of clowns
though not alone
abound in corporal service.

You choose your lie
eye line your why
and Zen the one you worship.

for – foto by Smith