Julie looked up towards the peak of her mothers insurmountable height and wondered what was wrong with her. Are adults blind or dumb, ignorant or indifferent? Of course, the thought did not occur to her in exactly those words, well, they were not words at all, more like a suspicion that cannot properly or explicitly take root in your consciousness. She did not want he
Borges wrote consistently of libraries. His writing itself is the labyrinth that he spoke of so fondly. Borges’ labyrinth is, of course, singular. He writes, via Chesterton, “…that the words are many, but The Word is one.” We can paraphrase and mutate, and via Borges, say that the libraries are many, but The Labyrinth is one. Borges was speaking of the unive
Australians love bagging Americans. This is not an opinion but a fact that has been ascertained by having to sit through countless conversations where the generic American has been the subject. More often than not Shakespeare’s Richard the Third has been treated more kindly than this American that is just as fictitious as the hunch-backed despot. Why is it t
A beginning, a middle and an end. All a short story needs. The impact's in the sentence. Fuck - you floored me. Marco
Dharma, Let's hope it's a lack of the former and not of the later. Strong, restless will wins hands down over contentment everytime. I also know that what i'm writing won't help your insomnia, so i think i'll shut up now. Marco XX
but there's a very nice Durango directly in his line of fire, and an Intrepid parked right next to it. I know this is off topic, but is it just me or are the marketing departments of automanufacturers scartching at the bottom of a very deep and dank mental barrel for the names of their cars. Wh
Mig, Nice to see you in "i told you so" mode. The sheer self-satisfaction hovering over those words is almost palpable. And has it only been 3 million years...i could have sworn it has been longer. The youth of our bodies is inverse to the age of our souls. No wonder you are one of those least understood phenomenon, along with the Stigmata and the transcendence into light of the Buddha. If we have any luck we can clink Champ
Sally - of course i wouldn't mind, it would be a pleasure. psychx - that movie is my hidden shame. The guilt of enjoying a Keanu Reeves film is almost overbearing, but damnit, Al Pacino was almost at his extravagant best. Thanks. Marco xx
Sally, You would think, wouldn't you? I'm defective in so many ways, and trust me, this is the least of them. You should see me when i've just gotten up. Terrible spewing forths of damnation and brimstone I do hate it. It's like having children and then realising that, yes, you do practice the not
Thanks Dharma. I think this is one of those situations that perfectly justifys the invention of the word sympathy. Not my favourite either. Marco XX
You have no idea how grateful i am. I thought of this as a metaphorical still birth. It didn't let out its first cry out when the last words had slapped it on the back, letting it know it was ready to live, ready to suffer. Your comments let me know their might be life in this bastard child of mine, the weakest of the litter. I might even have some sympathy and not delete it, like i had intended. Dylan, Sally, Muggaz
I'm not going to say anything. If something should happen, for instance me exploding, please tell Mig (not talking to her) that everything was HER fault. Signed, Soon to spontaneously combust
The only thing it needs is to be longer. Not that its structure or length weakens it as a story. Just wanted more of it. I like the interplay between morose and ditzy. Marco
Jess, Man. I didn't know you could write . I mean really write. If i don't see you with 150 posts by the end of the week, i'll be very, very angry. Give me MORE BABY!!! Marco XX
I met death at a card game. It was at the casino, where we all go to lose, where we lay down the cards and give up, give in - to chance and to the law of entropy. I was expecting to meet the devil. If I had wanted to meet death I would have started playing chess, but I don’t have the depth of mind to play that game. Can’t see the moves, winning is th
Sorry. Correct title: If you don't stop it, you'll go blind
Dharma, Mig is LYING. I'm actually the reincarnation of the elephant man. Sometimes i have trouble breathing and i break cameras that try to capture a record of me (not through any physical effort, but through the sheer force of my deformity) The only reason Mig can stand me is because she is partially blind. For more info on this refer yourself to her post "Stop it! or you will go blind" (I think i got the title rig
God I thought this had sunk. JU has given us the modern day Lazarus...the post resurrection. Even a post-Post resurrection, if you will. As a side note: this actually happened. Scary man in scary parking lot. Hated it. And all for a sneaked, filthy cigarette. Thanks all. Marco XX PS Mig, I can't be sure if it was Jeremy, but i can always go and check the mug shots...he'll be in there somewhere.
Come to think of it...sorry about that last comment. That was me listening to myself think, there are other places i can do that. Marco
What i meant by multiplicity, is that when you face life as it is, especially in matters of love, death and how one should live life, binaries do not come into play. Life itself has very little interest in our differentiations and distinctions. You can only really choose, and in choose i actually mean decide (a word that implies an analytical choice), when we use our faculty of reason, when we split the world into small descrete packages that mi
You could always choose to think and perceive beyond the quantitative/qualitative dichotomy. This is a very structural way of analysing life and its execution through choice. This isn't a bad thing on its own, and is more than helpful when applied to the taxonomy of things, but comes up short when dealing with mutliplicity and plurality. In most of the everyday cases you have used as examples, the choices are clear but not because of
So that's what you do all the time. I always thought you were reading or somethin' Marco XX PS If you don't contact me soon (and no, this doesn't count) or i'm going to come to your house and personaly disconnect you. Stop playing with it or i wil take it away. Baby wants his mamma <img src="../images/smiles/wink.gif" border=0 ALIGN="absmid
now that was a poem. Brilliant. Marco
Same thing with me and my brother. Me being the oldest i would always end up beating the bejesus out of him and he would always end up producing this air raid siren wail, calling the attention of both my parents and their wrath. It got a lot worse when we were teenagers. Why don't we just give horse steroids to our kids earlier and get it over and done with? Now we a
You stand there smoking a cigarette. To smoke is to live in expectation. To expect comments like residue at the bottom of a blog, “Why do you smoke?” “You need to quit” “Don’t you respect your own health”. To expect the cancer that might come and get you, that it might lurk in one of your lungs. To exp
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