Work Ethic

A brief parable on the irony of work ethics.

Nailed to the Flatland cross yet again, I assiduously transcend pain and explain critique to the shameless, hammer-wielding, salt-pillar children of the earth: "That which offends you is but your own secret subtle seamless searing Spirit-Source whispering 'How aren't you?' You crucify the inner ear. Efficient hammer strokes, though."

A spring has been mysteriously installed in the base of the Flatland cross, so I may reformationally pogo forth.

Blood drips from my wrists and feet as I spring. I won't get far. But at least the azure sky is vast.

Author's Note

An alternative meditation on the nature of crucifixion.

Reviews

[DrD]

You write with innuendos I dare not probe. Somehow you view humanity as profane or at least, see profanity in all they do. I won't argue with that. Once again, however, I sense an uncanny depth to your words and love how you say so much with an economy of them. Kudos, kudos, kudos!

[Pax Analog]

It's an attempt at a crazy wisdom p.o.v., or Zen pushing into common psycho-social conventions, rather than laying back in formal meditation only. The other key is listening to language as demigod, seeing where it goes as a quasi-autonomous system. Thanks again, mate!

[Nautili]

Life is all about balance, and work needs to be weighed on that scale. When all we do is run to work,eat, sleep and run back the next day, it is easy to live on this dimension alone, the survival one, and loose our better selves in the process. Kind of reminds me of your review to my poem "Bitter Taste."
I like the pogo stick- it subliminally reminded me of Tigger, boinging around and having a unique way of looking at things. : )

[Lily Mae]

Being bound and then set free to the azure sky.. I loved the freedom I felt in reading that.. it just made me feel the hope and love in it all..xo

[cilla]

And what a cynically fun jaunt this turned out to be! Dark humor runs rampant throughout and I am continuing to discover a whole other side of you. The Flatland Cross as a pogo stick? No, you won't get far but by all means do enjoy the view. It seems like yet another jab at the indifference that pervades our world. A biting bit of satire ... dispensed in an unusually small dose by you. But then, sometimes smaller is better .... :-)

[Pax Analog]

Dearest Cilla, your review riff has the crispness of its subject. ;-) I won't quibble over tonal referents. It's a matter-of-factness re crossroads of martyred meanings. Yet because the instant blue vast suffices, nano-flickering punk-pogos joke the mythos. Everybody's Jesus-Magdalene-Judas.

[Muse]

I thought I was watching a crucifixion...yet it took on a surreal spin. Work is mundane...we bleed to a crawl...while hoping for retirement. I like the pogo concept...many days I feel like I'm just jumping and running in place...and I accomplish what? Just another paycheck.

[seaNobody]

through the scourging of our souls comes the tenacity we need? I find the rhythm is good, the words come together nicely. Could you sculpt it into a longer piece?

[Mockingbird]

this is a great rendition to the crucifixion. it's not your fault you are smarter among co-workers. but perhaps they feel threatened and resentment. so they will crucify the one who is smarter, the one who thinks differently than the rest of the sheep. i like the quote; brings to mind the one persecuted shows them a mirror of themselves and they don't want to see themselves as they really are. there is wisdom in these words and are thought-provoking. sounds a bit beatnik and the imagery is very vivid in detail. i enjoyed the metaphor and irony.