Your nature is to be happy.
I am a needle. Words are the threads.
Metaphors. Neologism - (new word phrase)
Where are you from?
I am from the universe, said the blind man.
During the day I am a gravedigger. At night, a prostitute.
It is the endless story.
I am in the world but not of it.
I am a lone wolf. Predator. Instinct.
A language animal. Meaningless.
Test new rollerball inside the labyrinth of love.
A sweltering day after long nights of torrential rain.
Muddy paths of reality.
Walk to mama-san.
Let's Eat.
Visualize the details.
Paint a picture with words.
One sharp line of description.
Visualize the story. Imagine.
Say what you mean.
Say what you see.
May(be)
My body is a living work of art.
It's for sale but it ain't cheap.
Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
Have ink will flow. Travel makes you.
All the mad ones burning like stars,
Flames of passion and suffering
Savor a visual glance toward endless speculation.
Walk slowly.
Between wild bonsai and Bamboo he regained consciousness at 5:18 a.m. outside Jakarta.
“Twilight in reverse,” sang a full-throated songbird in a Banyan tree stretching gnarled roots, “be diverse and grateful.”
It warbled a short trill, trilled a long solitary note, trilled short and silenced.
Bye-bye blackbird.
He lit Tibetan incense and unlocked the front door. Hearing bolts slide the bird sang. He stepped out. He whistled in return, establishing a connection. Mimicry. White and purple orchids shared aromas. Inhaling petals and bird melodies he scattered breadcrumbs on a path. Black snails snaked through roses leaving slime trails. He watered apple trees, flora and fauna.
His mind reflected a diamond.
Dew on a spider’s web glistened silver pearls.
Villagers awoke before dawn. Girls swept leaves from stones. After wringing flesh fibers dark eyed laconic women wrapped raw silk around female skeletons before hanging laundry on portable stainless steel structures to dry inside gray billowing fumes from fired garbage dancing over a sky high chipped wall decorated with green glass shards and oxidized barb wire.
Plastic bags, banana and coconut leaves, discarded clothing, feathers, Styrofoam happy meal containers, cardboard, chopsticks, plywood, grammar textbooks, comprehension checks and balances and IMF social network addictions LIKE ME burned with ferocious addictive intensity.
Phobia sang a rising middle class song accompanied by an Indonesian servant spoon-feeding Chinese infants before boys were stolen by coastal trafficking mafia retailing for $3,500 - $5,000. Negotiate. Keep talking about price. Always Be Closing.
The one-child family planning genocide policy created a desperate daily search for heirs. Losing face with facile piety meant public humiliation. Shame.
“There are 119 males for 100 females,” said Chinese Statistics at The Office of Mandatory Abortion and Population Control next door to The Morals and Re-Education Office down the street from The Ministry of Truth Myth & The Dark Arts.
“All the A men with a career, condo, cash, credit card and car are taken. Single women will have to settle for a B or C man.”
Millions of women facing single status shame committed suicide to preserve filial family honor. Goodbye cruel world. Good luck to you and your non-family.
Before an Indonesian girl swept she wept. Birds whistled. Humans yapped emotional SOS distress signals as leaves veined. Rats, geckos and butterflies laughed. A faint step slapped gravel. A piano note reverberated. Broom music whisked stone. A crescent moon sex slave on her back massaged ink in sky islands floating on blue water. Awake for the living.
Be a work of art or wear a work of art.
Art is what everything else isn’t.
Lucky survivors composed tongue bone oracles inside Tibetan meditation thangkas creating a Kalachakra ceremony with rainbow sand particles.
Mandala. Center. Release.
Silk weavers fingered golden threads. Miners harvested Blue Zircon near Ice Girl in Banlung. Read everything backwards. Backwards everything read. Write right left to the imagination sitting on a Metro subway sandwich as sensations explored labyrinths without a center. Mystic Arabic dervish dancers spinning on the Wheel of Life rejoiced in ecstasy. Angels danced on a pinhead.
Give female orphans sewing machines training and they’ll change the world with endless job opportunities, low population growth, free medicine, clean water and free education, said The Dream Sweeper.
Your needle leads thread, said Kairos. I am a compass without a needle, said Lucky.
The heart-mind gift of writing allowed Zeynep to meditate in the present as a stranger to herself:Mindfulness gives me time and time gives me choices. Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom. I’m not swept away by my feelings. I can respond with wisdom and kindness rather than habit and reactivity.
I love the crazies, it’s the fools I can’t tolerate.
A Zen writer is an artist, said Z the younger. They love making a big bright, beautiful mess, cleaning it up and making another mess. You are a Lone Wolf blessed with R/7. Free is your quality of life.
The world is a stage and we are but the players. The play’s the thing. A risk taking adventure using asemic language sensing joy and mystery winds down. A poem begins in wisdom and ends in delight. Visionary mystics blossom radiant beauty.
Water-stone. Yin-Yang.
Wear a star on your forehead.
Small powerful stars sing with their light.
Zeynep, a curious star visited a blue marble hurtling through space. What is Earth like? Are inhabitants gentle and compassionate? Do they share calm heart-minds? Do they create archetype wisdom art using multi-colored pigments on cream-colored paper dreaming with their eyes open spilling rainbows in meditative blissful silence?
What is life? Autonomy. Personal growth. Self-acceptance. Purpose. Environmental mastery. Positive relationships. Eudemonia.
Good afternoon students. My name is Mr. ON.
It rhymes with song, gong and long gone.
It is 5:59 p.m. if it was 6:00 p.m. I would say good evening, however it is still afternoon. It is late in our short sweet life.
Class meets twice a week for two hours. Show up on time, stay awake, do your assignments and bribe me. Cash only. No plastic. Nothing more. Nothing less. Less is more.
We are gathered here today in the glorious Chinese People’s Pineapple Appliance Factory #8 to begin our English lessons. Your supervisor informs me you are here by choice and chance. You don’t have a choice. This is your chance. Life gives you one chance. Am I clear? Do you understand me? Yes no maybe.
Now. I know. You have been slaving in #8 since dawn. It is the end of another long, mind numbing grueling tedious day down on the killing floor. Work is hell for people. It’s also logical to say hell is other people.
English has brought us together. You face unique challenges to acquire English, the language of noble barbarians, running capitalist dogs, curs and canines. Their bark is worse than their bite. You will try or don’t try is perhaps appropriate to say considering our passive cultural indoctrination and conditioning, to use said target language with meaning in context. To maybe baby become fluent minus accuracy. It will require your undivided attention, chemical and electrical energy.
You will practice speaking, reading, listening and writing. These are the four basic language skills.
Output: Writing and speaking are active. You do it. Yeah-yeah.
Input: Reading and listening are passive. However, reading is active if a character’s internal/external emotional conflict engenders your feeling and identification with said character’s actions.
Learning is a never-ending dramatic process. All of you will die before it’s complete. That’s a humble unpleasant fact.
Some of you clever cunning ones may use English skills to escape this dystopian existence. Get out there. Take risks. Embrace uncertainty. Daring is not fatal. Have more sex. Wear a condom in the rain. Make friends. Create art. Play with children. Never grow old or up. Stay 9 forever. Erase your shadow. Write a poem. Draw in a creative notebook.
Take a line for a walk. Play a cello in a cemetery. Dig your grave and see if it fits. Water rose thorns with tears. Drum dirt. Cultivate bamboo. Release wolves into the wild blue yonder. Dream big. Shave your head. Get your ears cleaned. Weave ikat on the loom of time. Expand your comfort zone.
Practice Zazen meditation for three centuries, three years, three months, three days and three breaths. Leaning against nothing.
Make a sandwich with baboons. Discover a sharp utilitarian knife in an Ankara display case. Operate The Dream Sweeper Machine in Hanoi and beyond wild. Explore jungles with Leo the King of Cannibals. Kill your father and marry your mother. Fly free with Winter Hawk.
Travel a lonely planet gifting luck to strangers as an aberration of their psychological insecure projections based on their imaginary expectations of greed garnished with kindness.
There is no security. It is an illusion.
Everything you know is a lie. Everything is permitted.
I am an assassin in drag.
Learning occurs in the context of task-based activities. In other words you learn by doing. You do and you understand as we say, said, do, did, done.
In exhaustive detail we will discuss four important appliances and their English A/C-D/C let’s see connections. They are: washing machines, air conditioners, vacuum cleaners and microwave ovens.
These machines are now essential and fun to operate in one’s life. They are labor saving devices. Don't ask me what that means. Maybe it’s a labor of love, like labor pains or a labor-through-reform Gobi educational experience. You don’t ever want to go there. Trust me.
I don’t know and I don’t care to know. You know heavy deep true love because it is your job to put machines together with meaning. It’s like English. Putting words together makes a sentence or phrase. Pass the syntax please.
For your final exam you will assemble a Freeze & Point Refrigerator and extraterrestrial Moon Rover named Jade Rabbit.
A simple sentence is: I NEED HELP. These are three essential English words. Or I need food or I need a job or I need water or I need sex or I need freedom from need and a need for freedom. Or I need to be a free person in a free country. A Chinese waif named Curious in Turkey, not the bird, teaching Mandarin in Ankara said that with mindfulness.
Some English sentences are brief and precise. Some are gibberish. Many stream of consciousness sentences are composites of useless idiomatic semantic syntax, which is not the same as income tax, however both are expensive.
Life is difficult. Art is easy. Make the reader/observer work hard.
Write this down. English in >English out.
More vocabulary = more speech. Use it or lose it.
Say new words three times and make a sentence to retain restrain refrain vocal volcanoes.
Open your head, heart and mouth. Eat English. Empty your vowel bowel movements.
Please open your creative notebook. Using a simple writing tool like a pen or #2 getting the lead out with a fast pencil answer the following questions using simple English. Be brief.
What is life? _______
How did I get here? ______
Why am I here? _____
Am I a machine? _______
Am I a tool of the factory? _______
Am I a tool of nature? ___________
What is a human machine? ________
What is my motivation to learn English? _________
(Secret answer – MONEY with a capital M)
Here’s life's equation. No English = no job. No job = no money. No money = no food. No food = starvation. I am sorry. Bye-bye. Good luck to you and your family.
Your supervisor has instructed me to motivate you. She loves rules and regulations. She eats rules 3x day. She expects me to demand you arrive on time, complete assigned tasks and pass exams. Her authoritarian management style commanded me to use fear as a form of discipline with you.
We know how phobias motivate Earthlings. If I fail to pass you I will be executed. Survival is my fear-based motivation. It is my DUTY to push you through. You WILL pass because my life depends on it. No quest-ion about it.
Fear is a funny word. How do four little letters enable esoteric ephemeral trembling meaning and sensation? For example:
Fear of starvation.
Fear of poverty.
Fear of losing face.
Fear of failure. Fear of failing better.
Fear of humiliation or shame.
(Greater than Death – the Grime Repair)
Fear of not meeting family expectations.
Fear of speaking in public.
Fear of ancestor ghosts.
Fear of being ordinary.
Fear of success.
Fear of crossing a transcendental border.
Fear of______(free choice). Fill in your Tabula Rasa.
In our next lesson we will discuss parts and functions of a language washing machine. Oh, and one more thing.
Normal is a cycle on a wishing machine.
Doctoral students will construct, operate and defend their dissertation using The Dream Sweeper Machine.
Thank you for your short attention span. See you when I see you.
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