a lion watches a meaty antelope
prose poems
You can pretend all you want, you can pose and make claims that no one can possibly back up, but in the end we’re all just doing what we can, making choices from the options we see, and guessing at the chance of options unseen. We are born, we love, we suffer, we die. Suffering and joy, living and dying. Do you need a reason to do your best? Friend, that is not your best. Do your best because your best is there to do. Do your best because it is your best.
-jobe
No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.
-Abraham Lincoln
A man might lose himself inside the blankets of his own life, go to sleep, and wake up one day as a dog, or a giraffe, or a wren. “What was my name, before, when I was a man? Or did I just dream it all?” He might think that as he moves through this new life and the morning sunlight filters down through the green summer leaves of the trees.
-jobe
What's another word for Thesaurus?
-Steven Wright
America keeps children in cages now. Not all children, just brown ones who were born elsewhere. In America, some people are ashamed of this and others seem proud. Still other Americans have grown a third eye, an invisible eye that watches the government like a lion watches a meaty antelope. Eventually, the antelope will be on its own for a second. Then it’s going down.
-jobe
Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose you were a member of Congress; but I repeat myself.
-Mark Twain
People with two good eyes often don’t see what’s right in front of them. Why? Because one eye is always looking at the past and the other one is busy trying to visualize a make-believe future. Focus, please! A whole planet full of goodness is right in front of you.
People will throw out a lettuce that went soft, but hang on the past like an heirloom. Well, it isn’t; the past is bullshit. Dead and gone, and you can’t change any of it.
Why not forgive yourself and everyone else and move on? The same with the future, life will open its wings at times. Who knows when? Not me.
But there is this wonderful thing called Now. Now is a diamond, a sweet and ripe tomato, a kiss from a new lover. Wake up, open your eyes, and see.
-jobe
nice links
Chinese Dream 61, a poem by Timothy Yu
Housekeeping, a poem by Natasha Trethewey
Braver/Wiser, a compassionate Unitarian Universalist site
Don’t forget to vote, Campers!
We don’t know where we get our ideas from. What we do know is that we do not get them from our laptops.
-John Cleese
Thanks for reading this, and remember (or don’t, it isn’t important, just the coffee kicking in), I’m a National League guy, a Giants fan, but if we don’t win the National League pennant, in the World Series I am still backing the National League team. Why? Because the Designated Hitter Rule in the American League cheapens the game. If it comes to the National League, it will break me.
Have a lovely day, Campers.
-jobe
Love the part about the wonderful thing called now.