Monday, February 18, 2008
And Now, (Again) the Anticlimax
After reading Jean-Paul Pecqueur's The Case Against Happiness, particularly "What We Want When We Want It" I want to resift the debris of a former life in words. This work, full of dancing digressions, makes me want to try my hand again at it. Here, the meaningless conversation fillers like "reeling me in" and "[l]ike quote-end-quote now" provide nice turns--Looking back at one less halting poem, I wonder if Pecqueur's sensibility is at work here, of one who painstakingly means, but says, nothing. Or is it off-handed irony?
Your Personal Effects
To undermine any appearance of rationality, practicality
Enter the immersion exhibits of the office: their workrooms
Nervy obstacles for personal ascriptions, and of course, finality.
Flush spines of trade paper and other forsaken vendibles
Proffering the personal, when clearly you mean business, straying
Here an incidental activity from Home, and not hours spent
In contemplation there before that doorway with its unrelenting ivy
To be rent-free again! The inside faintly redolent of the aviary
Where this bird has flown, and that excuse-strewn daybook
Divested of meeting one. Who could possibly envy the life huddled
Behind your post. Your voice breaking with a client who cannot hold
You. Blanched, while paperwhites rework tri-winged from forcing
Glasses, you rewash their feeble roots nestled in tumbled glass,
And so Clear this is the shoot and scape that suits you, "just fine."
Your Personal Effects
To undermine any appearance of rationality, practicality
Enter the immersion exhibits of the office: their workrooms
Nervy obstacles for personal ascriptions, and of course, finality.
Flush spines of trade paper and other forsaken vendibles
Proffering the personal, when clearly you mean business, straying
Here an incidental activity from Home, and not hours spent
In contemplation there before that doorway with its unrelenting ivy
To be rent-free again! The inside faintly redolent of the aviary
Where this bird has flown, and that excuse-strewn daybook
Divested of meeting one. Who could possibly envy the life huddled
Behind your post. Your voice breaking with a client who cannot hold
You. Blanched, while paperwhites rework tri-winged from forcing
Glasses, you rewash their feeble roots nestled in tumbled glass,
And so Clear this is the shoot and scape that suits you, "just fine."
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I am leaning towards inserting Cover Girl colors into literature, so that I can retrace the culture (albeit consumer, which is arguably the ant-culture) of that period. For instance, when I think of Tangee coral lip color, I think of baby-boomers with frosted hair.
"This disease of measuring ourselves vis-a-vis others has spread throughout contemporary society. Competition has become the only way by which we measure ourselves. This is an extremely destructive tool, for it suppresses the ability to measure ourselves by who we really are. There is no emphasis on fulfilling our potential, for reward is meted out based upon success measured by our victory over one another, rather than the extent to which we have fulfilled our potential."
https://torah.org/torah-portion/rabbizweig-5785-tazria-2/
After dropping off my vehicle at the garage (again), I found without asking:
Tracks to listen to on the Bose sound system in my mother's SUV:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who%27s_Better,_Who%27s_Best#/media/File%3AWho's_Better%2C_Who's_Best.jpg
Another visual challenge:
https://pieceworkpuzzles.com/products/strawberry-affair?srsltid=AfmBOopTGCaB_Rry1jMwVxCOJxwsgvJfYbrZCxtXdaUunm5uEWD2YNum
While listening to this pristine LP:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/93/Barbra_Streisand_%E2%80%93_The_Way_We_Were.jpg
Competition noted. Not in this case
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