Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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Monday, May 9, 2011

Economic Histories of the Forest

1: So, it seems like we could talk for a while about this, couldn't we...

Travelers stand in absolute silence.

1: At the very least, we are in agreement about the beginning, right? We know that it starts with soldiers, and marches, and the sounds of exercise, and feet on cobblestones...

2: We know that there is a forest, filled with light from above. Frosted, as they say, with snow. A canopy of trees over-head.

Travelers [thinking aloud]: What should we do with his head?

1: Maybe we should bury it? At the base of this tree? You know the saying, "A grandfather's head is a hard thing to be rid of."

2: We know that this sort of trial, this sort of experiment, has its limits...

3: But its limits are only the limits of conversation, of object, of language-in-looking. So long as we avoid those, and stay to the edges, we should be fine. I know a secret path through the forest, which follows the run of the road, but out of its sight.

2: The light from above is shifting and unsteady.

1: Will and courage, good people!

orgn

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Incantation

What do we pay for?
We pay for the familiar touch
We pay for the arranged letters
We pay for the laughter
We pay for the glass tubes and boxes
We pay for the windows open
We pay for the ambition
We pay for the front row
We pay for the slick pavement
We pay for the waves
We pay for the other fools
We pay for the stock tips
We pay for the lapdogs and fishtanks
We pay for the air quality
We pay for the power converter
We pay for the drink
We pay for the enemy
We pay for the isotope
We pay for the french cut
We pay for the history of it
We pay for the extension of the regime
We pay for the march
We pay for the exchange of rocks
We pay for the fear
We pay for the potato cutter
We pay for the seance
We pay for the force of the eyes