Kill Quill Drill

Short parable.

I had to kill the guy who perpetually mourned the stupidity of his interfaces, then cremate him, 'cause he was already like dragging a corpse around in my psyche before I killed him. Dead tiresome.

He wouldn't stop painting turds as if they were Easter eggs.

I'm not now magically thrilled, but feel sounder. Bedrock-esque. Whatever that means.

Now I paint hand grenades as if they are Easter eggs.

Meanwhile, I shake hands, a hand comes off, sex an evaporating ghost, watch another "love" tag disappear, and realize there's still nobody home anywhere for me.

I killed the whine of mine but only brine remains.

So it goes. Perhaps the wind is my friend.

No -- banished from banal simulations, I am the wind whirled, vanishing.

Reviews

[Nautili]

Wow, this is an amazing write. Like Midas, where everything turned to gold and was therefore inaccessible, you seem to have a "knack" for isolating yourself. This is a landmine for a psychologist, and you have the grenades in your hand, painted in pastels...

[Pax Analog]

Like a mote midst the infinite, eh? Your words are strikingly perceptive! When one feels the roil of the collective -- or even most single others -- is rather like a tired dream, one arises in the wilderness awaiting the whirlwind, stark. I like your juxtaposition of "landmine for a psychologist" w/the painted grenades. Here's a quote for ya: "The spiritual master's laughter is a vague attempt to blow himself to smithereens!" -- Adi Da. Guess I'm into metaphoric explosions/implosions! Perhaps men build bombs because they don't know how to accommodate the power of Great Spirit! Thanks!

[Belle]

WOW! There is this unidentifiable element in your style of telling story.
The piece is dark and essentially evil yet I would like to continue reading
till the end because the occurrences gave me unique feeling.
Also, the title is attention drawer.

It's wonderful reading from you!

[MOON]

This is clever and mysterious at once , I love the opening lines killing the interface , cremating so all dust and all one . Poignant insightful write , i think?

[Lily Mae]

A death of self.. embracing the wind.. at least that's how I see it.. We die a little every day just to be born into the new day new energy... xo I don't know how you mean't it but that's what it did to me.. lol :) xo

[Poetic Beauty]

This makes me think of a writer killing off a character that needs to be done away with. You already know it is coming and has to be done and soon they are vanishing like the wind.

[Pax Analog]

Right, & in this case, evolving Spirit is killing off the baggage-mind of yesterday. . .

[Poetic Beauty]

This was a cool poem indeed. Love that concept

[emmajoy]

I understood those six final and flowing words and cheered at my cleverness! They trip together like a traditional and song-filled phrase. However, the words before floored me; true, they're intriguingly (though sadly) put, but, the picture they complete bewilders, bemuses and all other words beginning with be- me. Methinks you're a sorcerer or - is it me who's a fool!

[Pax Analog]

Thanks, darlin'! Spirit "I" sometimes has to play hardball w/transient "I." If we fast forward our little life movies, what before seemed puzzling becomes crystal clear. To paraphrase the bard quote above, we're all the flickering dreams of Great Spirit.

[Pax Analog]

We are also one w/the Dreamer. Hence the paradox of "I."

[emmajoy]

Between the two my mind hangs in absolute be-wild-ering. One day i'll understand grown-up stuff!

[Pax Analog]

Bewilderment could be considered a key to radical understanding! ;-) When the mind gives up, Spirit caresses that opening. We're all bewildered in the wilderness till eventually we let what's behind the scenes more fully BE in our lives. Consider the soothing Mystery of silence in Nature. It's only that, deepening.

[Pax Analog]

This piece is not necessarily the best example of that, but perhaps it's the brisk wit of the whirlwind. ;-)

[emmajoy]

I can do 'whirlwind'!

[Pax Analog]

Yay! ;-)

[cilla]

Killing is one of the most logical solutions to problems yet it remains one we have trouble embracing. Sad really when you think about it. Makes you long for times when things were more barbaric. But I ramble ..

So, yes, carrying around what is essentially dead weight is damn tiring and in the end not worth the effort. So, yes, a unwanted chore to dispose of the remains but returns you to ... bedrock???

A sad thing when you lose your place in the world and all that goes with it ... sex an evaporating ghost? Maybe all an illusion anyway, metaphorically speaking. But, in the more practical, Dear Abby approach there to someone for everyone out there. May not be the someone you were hoping for but ... rambling again.

Truly an interesting piece ... a little quirky but that is you. Just when you freed yourself from what you thought was pulling you down, you end you losing yourself in the process. You are true genius with these little idiosyncratic pieces and that's what makes you special.

[Pax Analog]

I frequently deal w/"I" is a koan. Meaning egoic expectations without Spirit bleedthrough is a losing proposition. The bedrock consideration is that we are not even who we think we are. Because there are only flavors of One Spirit. As the bard said, "We are such stuff as dreams are made on, & our little lives are rounded with a sleep."

[cilla]

O MY! You are trying to teach me something that dwells outside my realm. But thank you for your trying with me who can be (so literal) and trying!

In the end ... It's all meat from the same bone ...

[Pax Analog]

Zen flesh, Zen bones. ;-)

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A little salty...grabs a lime. lol A very creative way of letting it out :) Amazing read!