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A Galaxy Far, Far...

As the Gods and demigods hold court and sway like lizards scrurrying from the sun, I remember: to be merely human, to try, to fail, to lie broken and feel the unleashed torrent of grief, this is what all the kings and queens are too weak to undergo.
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...there was a band of rebels fighting to save freedom...before there was terrorvision, before the big freeze pitted everyone again each other, in a fierce competition over the rapidly dwindling resource of...love...kindness. Hope. Faith. Trust.

These sorry-looking rebels met at a coffee shop, stayed up all night playing cards for pennies, drinking lots of espresso, pushing the pinball machine on tilt-a-whirl rides that carried us all home alive...not just undead, as we seem to slide from days of heaven to those deliberate days that only ask we endure them, and forget...all the lies like crushed peanut shells in an empty pharm-chem industrial theme park of paxil (tm) without end.

It was here, in this coffee shop, that the two rebels met and believed in the strength of: a rose is a rose unless it grows out of the soil in your heart. Now I merely stand accused of: oversentamentalism, martyrdom and remembering...when the black ice is supposed to enclose your heart, and you're obliged to be silent, go away, grow old and die.

The dark force won, after all. We didn't even put up much of a fight. Far easier to give up, forget, deny it ever happened; that way there's no responsibility, no lung-crushing depression filmed in noxious black fumes. At least an opium addict can dream.

As the solitary explorer, I search for the soul vine to save me in the Peruvian Amazon, as each little death takes me further into this region of space. So many comrades have fallen as I wonder if I have, as well, when viewed by another who has made it out. Alive, not just undead. It was predictable, I suppose, that the poet would become reviled, recluse. After all, who can argue with the vanity parade, all powerful, invincible armies of cell phone soldiers obeying their television thirst/hunger never ceases for more.

And the enemy is anyone who questions this malaise and calls it by its name: Lucifer, bearer of false light and hope...ahh, the glimmer of shiny things, well polished and cared for. How can one turn their back on humanity and be called misanthrope when humanity has turned its back on itself. Amidst this great culling, I've cried for all the mothers and others, sisters and brothers, and occasionally their stars reappear. I love their brave flicker, even though no one looks up and asks why. I honor this crushing disappointment of being human, of failing and broken dreams, more than anything.

As the Gods and demigods hold court and sway like lizards scrurrying from the sun, and so many line up to applaud their maudlin play, I remember: to be merely human, to try, to fail, to lie broken and feel the unleashed torrent of grief, this is what all the kings and queens are too weak to undergo. Why shouldn't they envy us, try to kill us, the handful that remain, writing, painting, singing, screaming it down the long black tunnels we're forced to walk alone.

I remember this once proud band of rebels; I remember her, us, we, not me. I know it all happened. 2 + 2 does not equal 5. I remember...long ago in a galaxy far, far away.

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Thanks 16.Jan.2005 10:10


well said.

Well said 16.Jan.2005 12:09

just a citizen

I bow in your general direction...

I wish I didn't understand it so well

More crazy wisdom 02.Feb.2005 10:38

Steven Wright

Steven Wright Witticisms

Steven Wright is the famous erudite scientist (and Boston comedian) who once said:
"I woke up one morning and all of my stuff had been stolen...and replaced by exact

Here are some more of his gems:

1 - I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize .

2 - Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.

3 - Half the people you know are below average.

4 - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

5 - 42.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.

6 - A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

7 - A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

8 - If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

9 - All those who believe in psycho-kinesis, raise my hand.

10 - The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

11 - I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.

12 - OK, so what's the speed of dark?

13 - How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?

14 - If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

15 - Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

16 - When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

17 - Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.

18 - Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.

19 - I intend to live forever -- so far, so good.

20 - If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?

21 - Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

22 - What happens if you get scared half to death

23 - My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."

24 - Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?

25 - If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

26 - A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.

27 - Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

28 - The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.

29 - To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

30 - The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.

31 - The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.

32 - The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.

33 - Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film