Reassessment
I’ve been reading Billy Collins. This was the result.
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reassessment
if you were to ask
you’d hear it’s because
their child has left
to live on campus, and
or her loss of 35 pounds
after lap-band surgery, and
or his big promotion
which included a young secretary
but now their relationship
will go the way of the dog
who was put to sleep
after all those years
of loyal service.
~ MEH
Publishing Again In Relief Journal
That is all.
Here’s a picture. Unrelated to everything.
Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Greyparty
I posted something here a few days ago, but apparently it was marked as “private” even though that was not my intension. Today I was going to delete it, only to find that it never really showed up for anyone else to see.
That makes me laugh a little bit. Probably saved me a lot of trouble in the future.
Niceness.
Well I should post something here though, so I will post a poem.
Being chosen
the gods have a propensity for rape.
take Zeus for example; he often came
upon a woman, planting life, reaping
her death in part. no mortal was ever
left whole, harried by the world, his family
and the welfare of her child. he gave little
support; would seldom visit. we excuse
his indiscretions; cite his troubled home
and a father who wanted him dead. then
there is Yahweh, the gentleman who knocks
up Mary and sends an emissary
to announce the honor. such scant regard.
his Greek counterpart had the courtesy
to ravish and at least show up himself.
~ MEH
Spam Poetry
Gary sent me this random spam poetry thing:
Crushed me like a fly, sir. I had brought mr. First journey
in the complete character of man, man, in a dirty house,
besieged by harrow boys, acts. 1. California was admitted
as a free state. It reacted to a distrust of almost everything.
quite understand. I will simplify that question. Ceased
to remember their own large war. They jeered left thick
on purpose, and on either side of the as well he was six
feet high and all those six they insisted on saying things
which were much poirot? No, no! I do not wish to make mysteries.
remember. You were going to see an amateur performance it
was when they turned into the welcome shade saying vaguely
that he mixed a very good side to do with it? A great deal,
as you will have.
I decided to view it as a challenge. A poetic gauntlet thrown in my face. Thus, I turned it into this:
“well crush me like a fly, sir” I said, after my first
journey in the complete character of man; a man
in a dirty house, besieged by harrowing acts and boys.
I continued: “California was admitted as a free state; it reacted
a distrust of almost everything. quite understandable
simplified; she ceased to remember her own large war.”
they jeered and left thick puddles on either side.
I was still six feet high and insisted on saying
things which were much too appropriate.
“i do not wish to make mysteries, or remember you,
who were going to see the amateur perform, and found this”
and when they turned into a welcome shade, I was confused,
mixed, and vaguely saying,
“what does a good side to do with it?”
A great deal, as will have you.
Suffer The Little Children
I think they have suffered enough.
Or is that why at the beginning of my first class, the campus monitor comes rushing into my room to tell me that two of my former students NEED me in the office. Why? Because their nine-week-old baby has died.
What the hell can I do with that but cry with them, see the joy that was finally in their eyes drain away, and pray that they had nothing to do with it? No accidents, no nothing. Just SIDS. And is that a comfort? No really.
So I will be rising for a funeral tomorrow morning for a child I held in my arms less than a month ago. A happy little bugger who squeeked like a cute, tiny raptor from Jurassic Park.
A co-worker said that this might be a blessing in disguise; as if God habitually dresses as the devil. Halloween came early this year, and his favorite costume is out: Death.
Why
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agnostos theos
(after Mark Jarman)
The conclusion I dread is not, ‘so there is no God,’ but,
‘so this is what God is like. Deceive yourself no longer.’
~ C.S. Lewis
in which of these details does God inhere?
within these tiny stiff hands? the blue face
which turned in the night, filling his nostrils
with the pillow screaming from mother’s hands?
the post-partum bottle found empty
beside the crib? the coroner’s exam,
which absolves his parent six weeks later?
where in these details is the hand and heart
of the silent but loving God? buried
beneath his many omni attributes;
beside their son; His own? or is it here:
John 3:16 read above the body
of the once 8-weeks-old; evil words of
sacrificed son and higher purposes.
~ MEH