2012-05-31 / Musings

Passim

“Sont des mots qui vont tres bien
ensemble.”
— Paul McCartney

“I sat next to her, and she said to me ,
‘What is the answer?’ I was silent. ‘In that
case,’ she said, ‘what is the question?’ ”
— re: Gertrude Stein,
in Alice B. Toklas’ autobiography

“Stories are a bridge between numbers
and knowing.”
— Kristian Hammond

“A lion holds you in his arms. Fingers
rake the fretbridge for music. Dance when
you’re broken open. Dance if you’ve torn
the bandage off. Dance in the middle of
the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance
when you’re perfectly free.”
— Rumi

“There was a little sound, a sort of
quivering in the air that went “shhhh”
very very very quietly: a tiny rosebud on
a little broken stem that dropped onto the
counter.”
— Muriel Barbery,
“The Elegance of the Hedgehog”

“En una noche oscura... sali
sin ser notada.... oh dichosa
ventura!”
— Juan de la Cruz

Thus have I heard: There
are four ways of answering
questions. Which four?
I. yes or no
response ration
utter simple all
just the leaves in hand
small handy no hedge
hogging edges
logging
no round-a-bout or ruffles
no journey journaling
yes this or that
yes round or flat
no hear and sat
no just sayin’
conflate conflatin’
aye there and dat-ummmm

II. analysis
impression precious imp equation
equator equaking : yahoo
who me? you who!
which terms are which and what
define it refine it sublime it con-find
it
messing the message massaged
in two in tow into-it
say what: not just come and justify go
but shinin’ refinin’
saying re-sane re-zone

come home to where on the range
on the chart/off the art

III. counter question
what is the event horizon? and
how do we beg the question:
showing you mine and you showing
yours:
will it be like that?
could it be letting? or sub-letting? or
forgetting?
perhaps the haps of bloodletting?
mingling co-mingling?
commentary tingling?

wrangling of a ringling?
or maybe just a sense of far away
roaming enhance?
ask and you shall what?
does receiving be merely
refinding?

IV. putting the question aside
say the sayin’
whate’er the say in
be given thee to me
or I and thou
neither either you ornerydinary
me
there be no grasping, clasping colapsing no construe in in the brew in
only one bowing flying between
fingers
like aether used to do
in the wild whiled where mortal
pinions
divulge deluge deliver taste
animadvert annotate be mere
ye/me
joyous play ¦

— Rx is the FloridaWeekly muse who hopes to inspire profound mutiny in all those who care to read. Our Rx may be wearing a pirate cloak of invisibility, but emanating from within this shadow is hope that readers will feel free to respond. Who knows: You may even inspire the muse. Make contact if you dare.

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