Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

June 3, 2015

What are you reading Wednesday (A Game better than solitaire?)– Jim Harrison’s “The Big Seven”

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What Are You Reading Wednesdays can be a game better than Solitaire.To participate, open your current read to page 34 and answer the three questions listed below. If you have a blog, feel free to leave a link down in the comments so that others can visit and see your post. If you don’t, just leave a note with your answers.

The Questions are:
1. What’s the name of your current read?

2. Go to page 34 in your book or 34% in your eBook and share at least one complete sentence.

3. Would you like to live in the world that exists within your book? Why or why not?

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My Answers this week are:

1. “The Big Seven”  by Jim Harrison

2.”He reflected that in literature our lives were rivers which seemed inappropriate to him. Rivers were unstoppable, of great power. We were primarily creeks or rivulets that flowed into rivers. You could hope your life to be a smooth, clear, strong creek. You could make it so with care. Or you could muddy it up with carelessness. Sunderson had to put himself in the latter category but then nothing was stopping a change.”

3.A careless old man in the woods, just this side of change? Um, OK

March 24, 2015

L O S S T (What Then Goes, When That goes)

I’m  m.mustly…/

I am stammering/ I must/ Fail to believe  it/

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Clamoring chime bells/ Of  mercy/

A Rhyming of rain & relief/

When paired/

W/ death’s despair/

It’s cleanly/ So messy/

Supremely/ good grief.

March 17, 2015

Try Another Dawn, Against Green Leather, On

I take my ten tablets.

Wash  ’em w/ Irish.

It’s my time

for medicine,

& no time for nonsense.

I’m ready I’ll try to pull hard

for a merciful god.

Finally I’ll try my hand

To move a pen

To move my words

To move me.

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.                                  (from 2009, Slainte.)

February 11, 2015

SHUNNING CLASSICAL INVESTIGATION

It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.

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Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.

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Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.

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We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror

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I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.

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“But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,

Read to children.

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Isn’t that one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free”

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I think he let it sink in, and then set.

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“And you expect me to reject

Classic casebook investigation technique

& instead of  doubting inconsistency,

Instead ..One consistent story

Is a tell tale “good bet”

for Guilty?  And yet,

changing ones tune again & again  is uniquely

Honest?   it’s best to revise to clarify..

As one more clearly

recalls  new  old  details?

Just as pieces of night dreams

Resurface  into..Really??!”

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“Um, yes.”

August 13, 2009

grimy mirror rhyme

  THEY’RE  TAKEN  BY  MY  PICTURE

 

It’s likely my loved ones won’t lose too much sleep

They like me, they think  so

Though know me a creep

It may be the smile I only suggest

They’re charmed for the charm I clearly suppress

They’re taken by my picture

A  fixture on my wall

I’m faking the frame-up.

It’s best I suggest a smile once a while

And pleasingly say it all  (or not)

Easily for a touched-up wall

 

 

 

 

And  true love waits /in haunted attics

And true love lives/on lollipops and crisps”

                                                             Radiohead