I am become sick as a nuclear waste.
The duration is such I am seeing signs of Something Serious.
All nanas and granddads.
A new pain to happily add to the list: stomach is like tooth corroding at gum line.
Words of chernobyl: bubbler pool / automatic scram / graphite fire/ skala/ bitumen
My mother said to one nana: "Please try and swallow your coughs."
It is an unreasonable request.
That nana liked moaning after jesus, another nana was very quiet. The granddads quieter still.
Hospices and such like - terminal spots - should be designed around this R.Blaser quote:
Well delerium sent one off fairly spinning across the topology of something occasional, like a serial poem. . . what is balance when everything is so packed and variable as to some go missing at any tally, and some loom in over prominence, like a promise of this and that, some bodily conspiracy to expel this or that, currently missing from tally, component. The tally is forfeited for time being. There were things planned to do: discuss Q S Crisp's "remember you're a one-ball!", discuss B Conn's "the fixed stars". Wanted to figure how many interfaces there are between user and device in typical GUI "environment". Don't like it one bit. Virtual fake "buttons". Dour straight edges, rows and columns. No. Luminous passage. A blessing of sorts if such is being provided at this juncture, when the real humiliation of being jobless no-hope is fully settled in and ready to increase very exponentially with the silly years to come.
YOU can listen to R Blaser lectures and that. I find them here. I transcribed a RIDDLE DIALOGUE from one is all.
RIDDLE DIALOGUE
800AD
What is a word?
-A betrayer of the spirit.
Who produces words?
-The tongue.
What is the tongue?
-A scourge of the air.
What is the air?
-The guardian of life.
What is life?
-Joy for the blessed, sadness for the wretched, the expectation of death.
What is death?
-An inevitable event, an uncertain pilgrimage, tears for the living, the establishment of one's will, the thief of a man, or woman.
What is a man? What is a woman?
-The servant of death, a trenchant traveler, a guest of space.
What is a man or woman like?
-An apple.
How is he or she situated?
-Like a lantern in the wind.
Where is he or she placed?
-Within six walls.
What are the walls?
-Up, down, before, behind, right, left.
I made my own riddle dialogue, listen!
ReplyDelete(be careful) (where should care be taken) (in the saying of one's vows) (how is the care taken) (not to stumble in one's slight) (of what is the slight) (the sheer unestimable rapid onset of grief) (what is the cause of grief) (the turmoil behind the quiet) (what is the quiet) (the overbearing of surface)