Monthly Archives: November 2012

Words

Posted on November 30, 2012 by sputterpub

What good are words, at last she starts to ask, and why so wonderful do they still seem when they appear to fail at every task of deep significance? For she’ll esteem and honor words and use them very well, … Continue reading →

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What Mattered Most (End)

Posted on November 29, 2012 by sputterpub

After you concentrate awhile on the self-awareness, you realize you need other-awareness too. That’s how you begin to figure out life, and figuring it out, appreciating it, seems to be the assignment. You try to connect with someone else. You … Continue reading →

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What Mattered Most (Middle)

Posted on November 28, 2012 by sputterpub

The next day I did a lot of considering. The visions began. Maybe I should have waited for my new skill to settle into focus. Maybe I could have deferred my god-man while I learned. I never saw us clearly; … Continue reading →

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What Mattered Most (Beginning)

Posted on November 27, 2012 by sputterpub

You. I know you meant what mattered most in some little vignette. You wanted me to tell you a story and then sum it up. A fable would have done nicely. But I went cosmic on you, and I give … Continue reading →

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Block

Posted on November 26, 2012 by sputterpub

I’ve been at this artistic discipline at least a thousand days now, don’t you know? And I can read and blush or groan or grin at poetry I wrote some time ago, except that I don’t want to see the … Continue reading →

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Death

Posted on November 23, 2012 by sputterpub

Sarcastic death, ironic circumstance: The wit may be divine that’s also mean, undignified or futile, and the dance the reaper leads is not a noble scene. Or if it is, its rareness makes it so – heroic, tragic, borne as … Continue reading →

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Ob(li)vious

Posted on November 21, 2012 by sputterpub

Sometimes a thing will jump out at you, fresh, and let you see it like you never did before. It’s usually a fortunate occurrence, and with me it happens most often regarding words. Maybe that’s just because I pay so … Continue reading →

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Bath vs Shower

Posted on November 20, 2012 by sputterpub

The grandmas weren’t engaged in any sort of sales campaign. They never had a goal to convince outsiders to adopt their values. Most didn’t give a fig how others cleaned themselves. But every community contains firebrands and opinion-holders. The pro-bath … Continue reading →

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Burp

Posted on November 19, 2012 by sputterpub

A self-protecting soul projecting “no” was dining with a spirit whining “why?” But psyches in full broadcast couldn’t grow into coherence or compose reply. And that was that; there’s nothing more to feel except the indigestion from that meal.

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Impatient

Posted on November 16, 2012 by sputterpub

Impatient was the word I used to use to indicate that eagerness, the rush to put ideas in play. You must excuse my ignorance (I know enough to blush for it). I cannot be a patient one; I won’t sustain … Continue reading →

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