Desperation | Desperation
Dec.28.2012
December 28
DON’T BITE
Desperation jumps up, runs around, then drops. If I don’t feed it, desperation burns out fast. I used to buy the advertising, the Horror, the Humanity. The acorn falling on my head convinced me easily. I grew this nut into...
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Dec.22.2012
To a Taoist (pronounced “dow-oist” or something like that) “there is nothing to do and nowhere to go. Accepting this, we can do everything and go anywhere.”
What does this mean?
Nepo explains it this way: “To the Taoist the world in all its mystery and difficulty cannot be improved upon, only...
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Aug.19.2012
With the election slipping away like a handful of mercury on a turbocharged merry-go-round, Mitt Romney managed to change the conversation from unreleased tax returns and foreign misadventures by plucking Paul Ryan out of the Wisconsin wilds to be his running mate. "Romney-Ryan." Short,...
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May.27.2011
My latest contribution to trying to make sense of my life can be found here: http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/jpsmith/2011/05/nowheresville/
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Jun.16.2010
June 16
What I Heard Through the Snow
The commentator’s voice fades in and out as the reception is lost and found among the static of my drive home. In here is a pattern, a connect the dots matrix; I try to feel my way too as I weave past the slow and stubborn traffic. Like a...
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Dec.28.2009
December 28
DON’T BITE
Desperation jumps up, runs around, then drops. If I don’t feed it, desperation burns out fast. I used to buy the advertising, the Horror, the Humanity. The acorn falling on my head convinced me easily. I grew this nut into terrifying despair never realizing if I had...
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Nov.09.2009
November 9
CLINGING
Large bugs cling to the soffits, upside down, as an alternative to the rain soaked landscape. I salute their efforts to find security in a shrinking list of possible locations. Awkward situations place me, fingertips and toenails holding position, trying to avoid life’s...
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Nov.09.2009
November 9
CLINGING
Large bugs cling to the soffits, upside down, as an alternative to the rain soaked landscape. I salute their efforts to find security in a shrinking list of possible locations. Awkward situations place me, fingertips and toenails holding position, trying to avoid life’s...
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Aug.31.2009
O, I can never forgetYour passion,Your loving-kindness,And the nights you lay in bedSmiling calmly at me,Deep in thoughts,Pleasant and dancing in your eyes..I can never forgetWhen a sea was made a creekWith reflections of your hopeThat made you seeWhat you already know..When the Sun was made to...
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Aug.18.2009
I had planned to spend much of my summer vacation alternately working on my suspense novel, and lounging on the beach. Instead, I passed most of it Waiting for Mr. Goodroof.
You see, I co-own a hundred-year-old house in the Ontario countryside. It has wood siding and a shingled roof. We got half...
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