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Posted: 10/31/2009 1:02:36 AM | Do we ever know for sure 'if One is' ? There is more support for
multiplicity and the vast quantities of stars, trees, sand grains, fish in
the sea, and people. Where is the one?
One is the loneliest number that I can think of, and even a zero is not as
lonely, so does One denote cauducity, and a zero nihility?
"The true and only virtue is to hate ourselves..." [Pascal, Pensee, 564]
A one is a self with heart, a disposition, a capacity for the love of
another, but also the capacity for self-hatred.
"...a secret force made hundreds of thousands of ignorant men believe by the
power of a few words." [Pascal, Pensees, 338].
The few words are like one diamond, one diamond sutra that crystallizes as
though it were truth for ignorant men, a 'secret force' much like the One.
What makes 'hundreds of thousands of ignorant men believe' really is a
single word, or a endless variation of this single word. | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 6:59:42 AM | Shoot....missed it
Happy birthday dear Goat.....many many many more!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugs to ye too dear breathing
C xo | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 6:47:59 PM | Hello all. Hey, it's Halloween!
I dressed up as Some BC Guy. It's a little different from being Some Saskatchewan Guy -- there's less of a smell of lowbrow depression. Thanks to all for wishing me a happy birthday yesterday. Even Trulio, as I'm sure he was doing as he was discussing the Ba'ath party policy.
Hello Autumn! Thank you so much and I'm pretty sure the barn will smell pretty much the same in the coming year as it did in the last. Maybe it'll be worse..I am feeling more inspired these days.
Hello Sophia! Thank you, too. It's hard to not love BC...always had a place in my goaty heart for this place. When I saw Nelson, I knew I had to live here.
Hi 60to70! Thanks fer the birthday wishes and thanks for the poem, too. I can understand the disaffection -- heck, it's what drove us from dry and dusty Saskabush to here. Here is much better so far and now it's even better now that we're both employed. Yep...I gots me a job for my birthday. It's fewer hours and better pay and much more interesting than my last one...it's everything I wanted. Has the proverbial bacon been found? Dunno yet, but I can smell it's smokey goodness in the wind...
Hi Trulio! What can I say? I am rendered speechless...right here in front of ya'll. Though your post did clue me into a word I encountered years ago and rediscovered now: Pensee. Good ol' Wiki redirects you to the common term: Thought now, though it doesn't quite fit. It's like an old-but-coming-into-use-again word called "acedia". With both words, the ideas still hold a fair bit of water. Thanks, Trulio...a rediscovered word is a good present for me to reacquaint myself with.
Hello to dearest Pickles! No worries...and thanks, eh? Breathing may be by here later or tomorrow to say hello to you too.
Okay...a quickie poem...let's see what I gots:
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Backhandedly
Slapped the flanks
Slapped the bass
Slapped some sense into it
Slapped awake
Slapped silly
Slapped happy
Slapped it closed
It slept
The sleep of the slapped
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Got the idea from the movie "I Love You, Man". Heh...slapping the bass! Suhlappin' da byasss, mon!
Love it.
Okay, Breathing and I are off to dinner. Indian food tonight. Yum.
See yer tomorrow...g'night! | |
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Posted: 11/1/2009 12:37:01 PM | Happy belated birthday, goat...
The present was great, a new job! Reminds me of the time I found both job and apartment on Friday the 13th. I'll always have a fondness for that maligned day...
I wrote this a month ago or so...mid life crisis and self examination time...again...
every decade I think I've found myself the definition changes...your psalm 911a reminded me...
magic
what i probably deserve
is living yet another round
living without nerve
has left my ego chained and bound
I want to cast off fear
but life has made me look around
Oh, failure does come dear
even if courage can be found
so life will force a change
and choices to be made surround
will I dissolve my chains
before my life becomes hidebound
I can't remain the same
this limbo will run me aground
my spirit will be lamed
vitality and hope will drown
and so I send a plea
to universe wise and profound
my hearts desire to me
the ripples of my wish resound
LS 10/03/09 | |
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Posted: 11/1/2009 2:45:13 PM | Hello all. Another fine Sunday here in Nelson-town.
Man, it is great here...the sun is out and it's actually warm outside. This is November and it's WARM...this is so not Saskatchewan...thank God.
Hello to Brizo! You inspired me today...thank you. Just before I sat down and checked the barn, Breathing and I had a really good run through the national park down the road. The sun was poking holes through the poplars and pines, the golden leaves littered the ground, the more stubborn ones hung to the branches. Man, it is some nice out there today.
And I came here and read what you wrote. It fit well with what I've been working through these last few weeks. I'm glad Psalm 911a managed to find you. I'm very glad you came here to tell me and inspire me.
And, here's the latest bit from the Book of Goat:
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Psalm 843 – The Book of Goat
Breathing and Thy Lard ran
Along the highway
And then into the National Park
The leaves are on the ground
Even in the few weeks
That we’ve arrived
Thy Lard noticed
(Again…for He sees and forgets a lot)
Everything changes
As Thy Lard sits here
The mountains change shamelessly
In front of Him
The lake, renewed, laps the shore
The sand
Which is replenished
Taken
Replenished
Taken
So many times during the day
Even we change minute by minute
In small cellular steps
So minute, they don’t
Consciously register
But our bodies “replace” themselves
Completely over the course
Of seven years
Thoughts are replaced even more quickly
Ideas of
Can’t
Shouldn’t
Won’t
Can be dropped like old baggage
When we really want to catch
A particular plane
To get somewhere we
Really want to be
Thy Lard discovered that
Letting go
Even of His grudgingly hated habits
Was a painful
Maybe it was like cutting off a wart?
Or
Ditching an appendix that
Used to be so well behaved
Then started to cause
Some problems
Once those little impediments
Were gone
Or managed
Or not overfed like they were
They didn’t bother Him so much
Courage rarely travels from zero to sixty
It’s a slow moving diesel
With a heavy load behind it
Once it gains momentum
It’s hard to stop
Like everything
Courage changes form with us
As we place each foot down
As each breath comes in
As each cell replicates
As each grain of lakebed sand
Is dropped off and taken away
If this were a world where
Nothing changed
Everything was static
Thy Lard wouldst have to get off
At the next stop
Amen
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Okay...let's get out and enjoy the day. Later, eh? | |
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Posted: 11/1/2009 5:21:28 PM | Hey ho all...
The lard does it again! You amaze me each day- Thank you for simply being.
Howdy to thy pickles love- Looking forward to seeing you in the future.
Great write Brizo~!!
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Nelson Town
A quiet place along a shore
West arm of a body, of water
Welcoming you home...
Kootenay Glacier
Awakens your thirst for life,
The scent of fall's rain ...
The soil beneath your feet
Forms each step
Moss feeds the air...
You recognize the fragrance,
The sense of belonging brings
You settle into the path ahead...
With each breath, he is with you
With each stride
You recall the memories...
You let the journey begin
You listen to Stories told
In the wind...
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It was a fine and settling run with my goat.
Life is the adventure we create | |
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Posted: 11/2/2009 12:13:15 AM | a storm
is a composition
of myriad breaths
exhaled;
a storm is dampened air
humid
fecund and
hot
lovers embrace
in dampness...
as to
what vapours
in this minute storm
become bountiful,
a harvest of green
silver things, soon,
it is proved
a new heaven, a new earth
mist below
sunlit granite above
even in winters tenacious
clutch, like the hard buds
of tan oak and arctic willow,
to be savoured later
for in this short exstacy
of variety
a willy wah arises and perishes
in the high alpen glow
there is a
a hummingbird
a flying thing
to follow
this is a storm
a condensation of damp vapours
to unbind and release
ancient buds in
primitive moments
in the arid west
a storm appears
in a moment
sage (artemsia)
the wormwood
and cactus
recognize too
this all breath
and leap
like white goats
from ledge to treacherous ledge
far beyond a raging
froth of rivers
that propel the sea
and then it all gets sucked back in | |
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Posted: 11/2/2009 8:55:45 PM | Howdy-do. First day on the new job was...interesting. It should be even more...interesting the next day. Soon, I should have it all figured out ah reckon.
Hi Trulio! Now those were some fine lines. Love 'em.
Sorry I'm being so brief...work comes early tomorrow, so I gotta git along...here's a haiku:
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A big learning curve
Very large at the bottom
Thinner at the top
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Heh..yeah...that ain't much but it's all I got. See yer tomorrow, eh?
G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/3/2009 7:56:36 PM | Hey ya'll...another lovely day here. Everyone okay? Yeah? Good.
Hello Om! Thanks, eh? No worries about being late...you're still within a month of the birthday, so all is well. Heck, there are times when it takes me three months to return a phone call.
Today was a little busy and not much time to reflect on stuff n' things...this getting back to work stuff is hard...
So let's have a haiku:
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The numbers go in
And the numbers all go out
It's all taxable
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Yep...all good fun. Okay...to other things!
G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 7:46:30 PM | Hi there Mighty goat!
How the heck are you? I see you are still writng wonderfully and you are living in the same town as my brother and his family live. Who knows maybe we will run into you up there once I have my car and go for a visit. It is always nice to drop into the ole barn and check to see if my gold bale of hay is still there. Have a wonderful day Goat and keep up your writing! I love to drop in and see you! | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 9:15:43 PM | Hello all. Busy, busy day here in Nelson-town. Funny...I wanted a job and now that I have one, I just want to stay here and write. Hmm...
Hello to Legs! Good to see you here in the barn again. Yep, that bale of hay of yours is still around here somewhere, though things have shuffled around a bit here lately. And, yes, Breathing and I are living in Nelson now. We're working at becoming part of the community and working to pay off the credit cards...moving here kinda took a lot of moola. It's happening....we have traction, now we need some time. Thanks for your kind words and maybe we will see you about town one day. We're here for the long haul, so no rush.
Okay...let's see what's in the poetry bag tonight...
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Protestations and Lamentations
They took back the night
From some guy that had it
They chanted
They marched
They yelled
They rhymed badly
Then went for coffee
Then the night
Had itself
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Yep...there was some marching going on outside the window at work. The night was taken back and then released. Heh...a catch n' release, so to speak.
The night is free-range. Never take it back.
Okay...g'night! | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 10:15:57 PM | Here...here is the protest
Life, work, no money, life work
what the hell is happenin???
Here...is where it begins.
then ends, what really pisses me off
is the three year old that you know
has no chance of playing....hockey!!!
Up here is where you want to live
down here is where you will stay.
I know that three year old
would fly high to the sky.
Chance, luck follow the milleniums
each circle game following the other
ending always at the powerful
squeeeeezingggg, sqeeeeeezzzing
time for the the three year old to play some hockey.
Amen. let it begin right. | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 8:27:43 PM | Howdy all. There goes Thursday and the days get more interesting and fun as time goes on. I still loves it here here my Breathing-gal.
Hello to 60to70! I can appreciate every word you wrote there, but God knows what the answer is. I could try to say something profound and simple but I just don't have it in my head. I wish you well, though. All we can do is try to fit them pieces together and try to have fun doing it. Let me know how it goes there.
Well, a poem-thing is on the offering table tonight...here it be:
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The Realm of the Hungry Ghosts
A store full of whatnots
And incompletes
To complete the uncompleted
With their Visas and Mastercards
Resting on their swollen bellies
While their breath whistles
Into the store’s rarefied air
GST is included
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Okay...to sleep soon. G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 9:14:25 PM | Hey ya'll. Not much going on tonight, so its a haiku night.
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Both desks and humans
Some assembly required
Structure is the key
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Ehh...not so good, but it'll do.
Okay, g'night! | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 9:54:34 PM | Hands squealing joy in mud
Hands forming adult human intent
One is the child.
The other, the man.
I think what happened is necessary
but very odd and painful. | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 9:21:51 PM | Hello all. Another good 'un here...no complaints.
Hello to 60to70! Interesting few lines there...not sure what to say. Though most things that are odd and painful are necessary.
Heck, I dunno...let's haiku-it tonight:
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Built-in Direction
Like all-purpose flour
Applies to humans?
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There we be. Here I goes.
G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 5:42:26 PM | Hey ya'll...not much to say today. It's Sunday and here's the thingie. Enjoy!
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Psalm 82 – The Book of Goat
God, who needs direction?
Life is not like Ikea
Life is not like a novel
Life is not like instructions for assembly for a Briggs & Stratton Rototiller
Life is a complex web of relationships
That pull and give and flex
Tug and roll
Flip and turn
There is a pattern there
But, man, it’s hard to see from down here
There doesn’t seem to be a path
Save for the one we impose with our perspective
And maybe there is a direction
But we can’t see it because we lack the
Over-sight
Or even
In-sight
Thy Lard is still struggling to find Direction
A purpose, if thee will
It has occurred to Him
He may not have a purpose
This used to make Him feel a little lost
Now He seems used to the idea
At least for a while
Thy Lard wondereth if it’s Ego
That wants so much
Ego is a hungry thing
Loves to eat, loves to experience
Loves to focus on itself
Tends not to love others
Ego wants to satisfy itself
With knowing it has purpose
While the rest of the mind
Is comfortable with what Is.
Yep…that’s all Thy Lard hath today.
Amen
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There we be...g'night! | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 7:32:17 PM | Hi ho's all around..
Still love the writes in this ole barn...
I am blesssed to walk this life with thee wise Goat..
Not much running amuck in my mind, tonight
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A road trip ahead
Not wanting Independence
Life with goat, is home
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The necessity of travel sucks!
Have a good one all | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 9:06:20 PM | Hello all.
My dear Breathing is out of town for a couple of days...durnit. Now its just me and the cats and the lake...and the bike. Biking to and from town is a bit tiring for this ol' goat. I'm pretty much ready for bed now...erf..
But first a haiku:
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Calgary hungers
A team now separated
Soon she will be back
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Me sleep now...g'night... | |
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Posted: 11/10/2009 9:31:08 PM | Almost forgot the "evening thing". Just a haiku to sum up the day:
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'Twas the eve before
The day the guns fell silent
The boss did forget
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Yep...the boss forgot tomorrow is November 11th. I guess he's been self-employed for too long, eh?
Okay...see yer tomorrow.
G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 10:49:03 AM | It's Remembrance Day. Here's my latest offering to those who served and do serve:
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Arc of Madness
They were soldiers once, and young
Not just in Vietnam but all wars
The fomented tide hits them first
Rifles in their grips, rosaries in their fingers
Soon everyone is up to their necks in it
Some live, some don’t, some don’t want to
Small bits of human rage can be digested
This was far too much all at once
Choked on the gas, slammed into pieces
Clambered over a ridge into hell
As it rained lead sideways, all ways
The sun never blinked – not once
We hear Taps ringing under the clouds
At cenotaphs so heavy with names
We are silent, remembering
We are engaged, understanding
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May they rest and may they live in peace.
See you tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 2:55:53 PM | Kristian,
Thank you so much for that...a sentiment we all share but expressed far more eloquently than most of us could.
Thank you again to those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 3:10:25 PM | ***yes, well spoken words. Lest we forget.
now if we could only see all our warriors home*** | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 9:49:29 PM | Hello all. Good to see yer tonight.
Hello to Pickles! Thank you for the good words...Remembrance Day is a particularly important day for me. The words just kind of happen on November 11th. May the good folk rest in peace.
Howdy to Dimestore Minstrel! Thanks to you , too. And, yes...lets get our troops home safely.
Okay...something a little awful tonight:
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It Sounded Better In My Mind…
So, if she writes like a Callwood
And he writes like a Hemingway
This guy’s words are like Ron Wood
Well, durn it anyway…
Now, here’s a bit of a thing
And it may make you sicken
Since every meat tastes like poultry
I write like a Chicken
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Ehhh....maybe I'll take another run at that one later. The concept was good in my little brain, but that was a few days ago and it was early before coffee.
Ah, well...I sleep now. G'night! | |
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