Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Epitaph for a Sailor Lost at Sea
These are not the green hills of my Youth,
slate billows are the blanket for my bed.
A lullaby the petrels sing, forsooth,
and the Ocean lays It's kiss upon my head.
slate billows are the blanket for my bed.
A lullaby the petrels sing, forsooth,
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
A Bowling Haiku
The Strike
A kitten crouches,
waits, leers, flys arrow-straight and
scatters ten white doves
A kitten crouches,
waits, leers, flys arrow-straight and
scatters ten white doves
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Handwriting Analysis
Dear N_,
Thanks for the handwriting sample, although 500 pages was a little more than I needed. Probably the most interesting thing that comes through is a kind of, shall I say, "dual nature." More about that later. I'd have to say that organization is not your strong suit, but you do exhibit an attention to detail that borders on the irrational. While you are friendly and polite, there is a barrier that keeps you from getting close to people. When you talk to people at work, you feel like you are addressing them through a thick pane of smoky glass.
I feel the presence of another entity, another self struggling to reveal itself through writing. In a sense, you are always "eating for two." Your wife and children are blissfully unaware of your double-life, although the facade is increasingly difficult to maintain. Your interest in the occult will lead to no good. Your incessant humming drives people to distraction, but they are too kind to mention it.
You rarely forgive, but almost always forget. The sound of an accordion can bring you to tears. You love small animals, but only with gravy. You love dark cramped spaces, especially when they are ever so slightly moist. The voices in your head are actually coming from the neighbor's dog, although the Irish accent is your imagination. Probably the most alarming thing is that you actually like mimes.
All of this I can gather just by reading the first few paragraphs. I was too emotionally drained to continue. Anyway, I have to go scrub my hands now, best of luck.
C_
Thanks for the handwriting sample, although 500 pages was a little more than I needed. Probably the most interesting thing that comes through is a kind of, shall I say, "dual nature." More about that later. I'd have to say that organization is not your strong suit, but you do exhibit an attention to detail that borders on the irrational. While you are friendly and polite, there is a barrier that keeps you from getting close to people. When you talk to people at work, you feel like you are addressing them through a thick pane of smoky glass.
I feel the presence of another entity, another self struggling to reveal itself through writing. In a sense, you are always "eating for two." Your wife and children are blissfully unaware of your double-life, although the facade is increasingly difficult to maintain. Your interest in the occult will lead to no good. Your incessant humming drives people to distraction, but they are too kind to mention it.
You rarely forgive, but almost always forget. The sound of an accordion can bring you to tears. You love small animals, but only with gravy. You love dark cramped spaces, especially when they are ever so slightly moist. The voices in your head are actually coming from the neighbor's dog, although the Irish accent is your imagination. Probably the most alarming thing is that you actually like mimes.
All of this I can gather just by reading the first few paragraphs. I was too emotionally drained to continue. Anyway, I have to go scrub my hands now, best of luck.
C_
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