The Illimitable Ocean of Inexplicability

Tag: Good Poetry

UNTHINKABLE

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“What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. “What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.”

– Sherlock Holmes

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NOTICE

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The Flight of The Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane

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Many of you, too many to count (truth be told), went absolutely bonkers over The President and Founder’s ‘Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane’ which was based on a traditional design known to anyone worth knowing across this great globe of ours.

Well, now (for the first time ever) you can see the Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane (made with love by The President and Founder) take flight (not above the highest height, but darn close) and finally achieve for yourselves, just as you’d always dreamed, moving past the agonizing boredom of ‘going bonkers’ and into the difficult to reach, but worth every sacrifice to get there, ‘going full on ape shit’.

So, what are you waiting for? Get to it!

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Break on through to the other side

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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

– Friedrich Nietzsche

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break-thru

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If you’re going to San Fransisco

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urine

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“Society just isn’t ready for this”

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“Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, So what. That’s one of my favorite things to say. So what.

– Andy Warhol

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“Poppycock”!

That was my response when my trusted assistant, and dear friend, said to me, “Society just isn’t ready for this”. That was, word for word, what my assistant said to me when I quite excitedly showed her plans for my post from 6/25/2015 titled “Portraits of the dishes after they’ve been washed“. You may now ask yourself, as I did then ask my assistant, “What’s the biggie about some snaps of clean dishes”?. “Well”, my assistant explained, “nothing except for the fact that you, The President and Founder, a red blooded man, washed the dishes yourself”. Yes, I know, to some of you, like myself and my closest compatriots, enlightened and progressive as we are, the idea of a man washing the dishes seems perfectly acceptable, but, I tell you truly this, that to many out there, who you see daily and somehow know, on an instinctual level, better than to associate yourself with, the mere thought of a man bent over a sink scrubbing away at dirty dishes is a wretched and cursed thing best run off from proper society to live out its days alone and scared in a shallow burrow of its own making.

This inability of society to accept the new and different, sadly, is not unusual. Why it is, I often wonder, that the ranks of professional dish washers can be almost exclusively male and no one bats an eye, however, if a man not only washes the dishes at home, but also relishes the opportunity and treats it as a ritual of supreme importance he is the subject of ridicule and mockery? It no doubt has been with us all since those days red in tooth and claw when the only thing required of men to clean was another man’s clock or the carcass of some large beast he had, with bare hands or ingenious implement, brought down with great violence in order to feed his tribe. Or, perhaps it is a curse visited upon our common ancient father by The Great Maker for some horrible transgression, and as this criminal’s descendants we are still being punished all these years later with the utter madness of being unable to accept anything that is not the ways long ago established.  I am, of course, only guessing. The answer is better left to those who wallow around in those ancient days, and not to one such as myself always looking toward a brighter future I pray may be ahead.

However, no matter the reasons given, or the excuses provided for behavior most definitely not worthy of acceptance I say enough is a enough. More than enough actually. Too much, in fact. That’s it. I will no longer hide nor cower from society’s attempt to control those who are different, nor will I submit meekly to their constant shaming of those who follow another path they cannot or will not understand. No, I tell you now, I will no longer do it.

I AM A DISH WASHER!

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If you want to sing out, sing out*

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A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P Q, R, S, T, U and V, W, X, Y and Z. Now, I know my ABC’s. Next time won’t you sing with me?

– Unknown

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“Jesus Christ”. That’s exactly, word for word, what I uttered aloud upon waking this morning. Not because I had to run, or because today was not scheduled to be fun, but simply for the reason that I do most things, I wanted to. This, I realize, and it pains me to no end, is a luxury pitifully few others enjoy in this day and age, and, I’m afraid, will most likely continue on this way for some time into the future. Yes, it seems as if, from what I can tell, the Mondays are only going to be coming thicker and faster from here on out until finally Tuesday through Sunday will be the stuff of legends, a paradise lost, the wonderful Garden that (to no one’s great surprise) because of some Eve or another we were all chased from, and then barred from ever returning to, by some winged dudes wielding flaming swords on orders from The Man Upstairs.

Honestly though my Divination skills have been stronger than they are now, and so there may be hope yet. Maybe.

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“Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only? Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead, but if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!”

– Ebenezer Scrooge

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manicmonday

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*As you may know this is the title of a song by Cat Stevens, and, as you also may know, though I fear it not be the case (especially amongst those in this younger generation), years and years ago, there was a film made called, ‘Harold and Maude’ for which this song was specifically written.

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Some Freaky Sh*t on the Way to the Dentist

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Looking up the gravel drive

I cried aloud “Sakes alive”

Then I asked “What the fuck is that”?

and pulled away my stocking cap

in order to scratch my head

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Pretty Flowers

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April showers bring May flowers

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  1. April, traditionally a rainy period, gives way to May, when flowers will bloom because of the water provided to them by the April rains.
  2. By extension, that a period of discomfort can provide the basis for a period of happiness and joy.

– Wiktionary

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An intimate look at the poet’s process

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luckuyLucky Carmen on the front porch

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I was on the porch with Lucky Carmen earlier when suddenly I began to receive (from whence-ever they are sent to a poet) the following words

Lucky Carmen, Lucky Carmen

You’ll never catch her

squeezin’ the Charmin

As you can (no doubt) imagine I was very excited to have the opening lines of what was sure to be an epic poem come to me so easily. However, as with most things having to do with our struggles while occupying this mortal coil I soon realized whence from they were actually inspired. Which, as you can (no doubt) imagine made me feel kind of creepy.

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Now you’ve really gone and done it!

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doomdoom

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