Pat Gunn (dachte) wrote,
Pat Gunn
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Panic Run and Quatrain

A gallop? No, a terrified man running through the woods.. We seeno pursuer, but clearly he's in a panic, his limbs flailing, hiseyes wide, each step a gamble, tiny slips and stumbles are metwith a quick push and he's off again.. it's dark, the snow iseverywhere, the only light being ill-spaced streetlights, providinga small feeling of day in some areas. I passed this shadow on theway to my meal, in my eyes, a playlist.. and a thought...Again, the other Pat's, the other paths... and then of lastyear... a brief moment of cold, and the blur of time.. it's warm,the sharp edges of the snowflakes become a cold plasma, sort enough totouch, the smeared paint...

o/~ Save the world, don't leave the houseA virtual office in a virtual homeSo you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of townPass it along by word of mouse

Ah, where do you want to go today?Ah, Somewhere you could never take me..o/~ -- Chumbawumba, "

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<p>A gallop? No, a terrified man running through the woods.. We seeno pursuer, but clearly he's in a panic, his limbs flailing, hiseyes wide, each step a gamble, tiny slips and stumbles are metwith a quick push and he's off again.. it's dark, the snow iseverywhere, the only light being ill-spaced streetlights, providinga small feeling of day in some areas. I passed this shadow on theway to my meal, in my eyes, a playlist.. and a <a href="http://www.salon.com/tech/feature/2002/01/30/chumbawamba/">thought</a>...Again, the other Pat's, the other paths... and then of lastyear... a brief moment of cold, and the blur of time.. it's warm,the sharp edges of the snowflakes become a cold plasma, sort enough totouch, the smeared paint...</p><p>o/~ <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/11/26/tech/main585763.shtml">Save the world</a><a href="http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/11/27/1069825911665.html">,</a> <a href="http://www.enn.com/direct/display-release.asp?objid=D1D1364B000000F9103EE273064E4A46">don't</a> leave the houseA <a href="http://www.gorenfeld.net/blog/2003_11_01_barchive.html#106928479967874354">virtual</a> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/29/arts/music/29PINK.html?ex=1070773200&amp;en=c4093b2fbe1ba07b&amp;ei=5062&amp;partner=GOOGLE">office</a> in a <a href="http://www.phi11ip.com/index.php?page=videos">virtual home</a>So <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14672-2003Nov25.html">you'll</a> <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/news/archive/2003/11/26/national1409EST0580.DTL">never have to drive</a> through the <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/wire/Politics/ap20031126_157.html">wrong part</a> of townPass it along by word of mouse</p><p><a href="http://sinfest.net/d/20031126.html">Ah</a>, <a href="http://www.microsoft.com">where do you want to go today?</a><a href="http://sify.com/news/fullstory.php?id=13319688">Ah</a>, <a href="http://mackwhite.com/">Somewhere</a> <a href="http://www.uwm.edu/~corre/franca/go.html">you</a> <a href="http://weekly.ahram.org.eg/2003/665/bo3.htm">could</a> <a href="http://www.forbes.com/technology/newswire/2003/11/28/rtr1163490.html">never</a> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/29/international/africa/29ZIMB.html?ex=1070686800&amp;en=6a3cff2f5b4142cd&amp;ei=5062&amp;partner=GOOGLE">take</a> <a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=36209">me</a>..o/~ -- Chumbawumba, "<A HREF="http://www.chumbawamba.tv/music-passitalong.asp".Pass it Along]"</p><p>I pause, and not my own blue smear, but the orange smear of someoneelse.. Not like me... I live in a world of shades of blue and green..I blink, see the sun, see what you see in that place.. and see myselfreflected in your eyes. I absorb a bit, touch the wall of a building,feel the grit against my fingers.. and am satisfied that this is real..or real enough, rub the specks across my chest (or is it a shirt?), andlower my head, returning to my place. And yet, as it fades, and I passthrough an intermediary, I see it is of one of my lessers, still learningto shape, or perhaps stopped earlier.. they've taken my realm, or whatthey can see of it, and made theirs from it, with tweaks.. the dark spindlein their interpretation, with a green-white crystaline, instead of thenear-purple I have given it. I smile, notice that their grass is actuallygreen, with the texture of carpet and cotton, water spreading through myfeet. And then it's gone again, as the blue haze returns. Yes, light onlyseems to come from the usual sources...</p><p>A sudden insight.. "An American Tail" -- could it be a story about ..well, I googled, and indeed it is, and I am reminded of elements of themovie that I had forgotten. In fact, it isn't a deep relevation at all,just something that I couldn't catch when I was younger.</p><p>And so, yeah, that's just the way life goes. The best times are in thepast? The future? Down paths untaken? Right here? It seems a mistaketo always seek that. Is it not also beautiful to take delight in therest of the basket? I borrowed a book on Richard Nixon from my Parents'library when I was at home.. there's a certain attraction to Nixon, evenif he was as crazy as he is said to be... he's very human.. and no, I don'tmean human in that stupid, self-congratulatory sense that's all-too-commonnowadays. What I mean is that Nixon, in his paranoia, fears and doubts, hislies and intrigue, he has a force of personality, with all the temptationsand .. hmm.. I'm getting a strange imagery in my mind, I think from a dream.A bad dream... Somehow, imagine an outline of a human body, with a blackbackground. From inwards pointing out are things that resemble spaghetti,lacing up and down, left and right, each with an end facing the surface..they flat in the black, with sponges and sand..</p><p>Hmm. Weird imagery probably means I should be going to bed. It's one thingto produce strange words as metaphors for things that'd be less interestingor sensitive to say directly (or form emotions or mental states that arn'teasily describe), it's another thing entirely to start getting extremelystrange, vivid things pop into your mind.. .. hmm.. I almost typed vivisection,and for some reason, the word squid is associated with it in my mind..Yes, type to Zzz.
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