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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524
Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
#678439 added December 2, 2009 at 5:55pm
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A paradoxen. "His father's son"
"If you have more than one paradox do you have a paradoxen?" KE

Oscar Wilde’s “I can resist anything except temptation” is a literary paradox. "All horses are the same color" is a falsidical paradox... *Rolleyes* ...whatever... Horses, by-the-way, see yellows and blues (red is either yellow or blue, they don't see magenta). Cats don't see red well, if at all and dogs have problems with green-orange. "All dolphins are the same color" though is probably true from the dolphin's p.o.v. Dolphins don't see color and in their world it doesn't matter.

"If you do, can I have the extra one?" KE

You dream you are his father's son

You are his father's son. His laughter, his joy,
a ripple across an Okmulgee lake. You're
both young, blond-haired. The sun bakes. His fishing
hole shimmers. Your winter winds freeze it. He skates.
You skate. The pond dissolves into dust.
The wind howls. The sands blast. He's in Africa
strung up on wires. You try to reach him. You can't.
You're not born yet. You see a thin woman
with thick black hair and bad teeth. She's the boy's
mother. You see the boy born, a tow-headed
runner. You can run faster, you laugh. The boy runs
to hide. A girl-child is born. She's bigger than you.
You wish to be her brother. She smiles and nods.
You learn to bowl and play baseball. No sweat.
Your laughter echoes the old man's laughter.
You like cars. You make him feel young. You're a
chip off his block. He teaches you things about life.
You understand him. You are wild. You are free.
You know that he loves you. You roar, an F-6
Tulsa tornado. You yawn, tell the boy
it's time to wake up that it's only a dream.
But he can't, the carbon monoxide won't let him.
You say his father's long dead, it's time he grew up.
You look in a mirror. You see his father's son.

© Kåre Enga [166.328] 2009-12-01

Sketching it out:

In the style of Hugo again. Short images flashing. Told in second person. The ambiguity of "his" is on purpose. Who is "he" and who is "you" in this dream is the question. I have my own personal answer...

Me and Mine:

So... I went out to get groceries. The day is sunny. It is cold but no wind. I'm depressed. Oh well...

Here's an interesting link on loneliness: http://www.livescience.com/culture/091201-loneliness-spreads-friends.html

I need to get out and connect. *Smile*

*Smile* Montana: 25º in Missoula at 3 p.m.
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