[Industrialblog,
September 30, 2004]
Sometimes, I hate my profession ...
yack yack yack. problem with writing so much and reading so much is sometimes you just get sick of words. words, words, words. words. words, words, words. sentences. sentences and paragraphs. paragraphs and stories, and kickers and subheads and pull quotes and of course headlines, big screaming headlines demanding READ ME MOTHER F***ER OR YOU WILL SUFFER A SUDDEN, PAINFUL FIERY DEATH. you know, rhetoric. metaphor. analogy. synecdoche. a friend who thinks dodecahedron is a fun word to drop into conversation. metonymy. zeugma. parallelism. zeno's paradox. dialectical materialism. that sort of thing. words. language. yackety yack.
sometimes i think it would've been nice to have been a plumber. or a carpenter. or a stone mason. something where i could've just fixed something tangible and not have to say a whole lot. or an eastern [orthodox] monk.
you breathe in, you breathe out ... chant your mantra, then listen for it back, follow it down, witness/don't judge, and then wait for your consciousness to drop. see ya at the third chakra, amigos.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Open and just hold the lantern in the doorway,
For the freedom of it.
And you take the night air through your nostrils and you breathe
In out, in out
And you breathe just like that, just like that
How does it get you when it gets you
When it gets ya
You may not know it's got you until you turn around
And I'll point a finger at you, point a finger at you
You say which way, which way
That's alright, we've gotten hip to it
Goin' to do it right now.
Behind you
Beside you, beside you
Oh child to never wonder why
To never, never, never, never wonder why at all
Never never never never wonder why at all.
sometimes i think it would've been nice to have been a plumber. or a carpenter. or a stone mason. something where i could've just fixed something tangible and not have to say a whole lot. or an eastern [orthodox] monk.
you breathe in, you breathe out ... chant your mantra, then listen for it back, follow it down, witness/don't judge, and then wait for your consciousness to drop. see ya at the third chakra, amigos.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Open and just hold the lantern in the doorway,
For the freedom of it.
And you take the night air through your nostrils and you breathe
In out, in out
And you breathe just like that, just like that
How does it get you when it gets you
When it gets ya
You may not know it's got you until you turn around
And I'll point a finger at you, point a finger at you
You say which way, which way
That's alright, we've gotten hip to it
Goin' to do it right now.
Behind you
Beside you, beside you
Oh child to never wonder why
To never, never, never, never wonder why at all
Never never never never wonder why at all.