Saturday, September 12, 2015

A Saturday Evening Post

Thomas Merton, champion of, and cheerleader for, hermits and contemplatives said it was dangerous to enter into solitude “merely because you like to be alone.” This morning I passed by a person who looked like a victim and recent escapee of just such a trap, the scariest guy I’ve ever seen, actually, and he’s staring at me?  Apparently, my strict diet of heartless artichokes, reindeer sausage and vodka hasn’t had the desired results.  Then I realized I was looking in a mirror.

So, instead, let’s change the subject and talk about books. What is a book?  Just another device you have to carry, but one that doesn’t take pictures and you can’t call or text anybody, and except for its own subject matter, not very smart. And as for the flatulent raptures about typeface and ink and paper—not to mention the erotic longings for the “feel” of the physical book—bullshit.  Here.  Feel this.  In other words, compared to a screen device, a book is pretty much useless.

Nor do I consider the loss of brick and mortar bookstores to be that great a loss, except to the livelihood of the proprietor (and employees, if any)—I don’t miss the precious bookmarks or the bookstore cat, not to mention all the titles they don’t have in stock but they can order it for me.  Hell, I could have ordered it myself from a screen, at a substantial discount, and had it delivered to my door without leaving my recliner or missing a single play in my NFL package.  I’ll take a screen anytime.

That being said, the introduction of the implant that obsoletes all devices---oh that glorious day is the only reason I can come up with for wanting to live any longer than I need to.  Otherwise, death is still my first choice, and pretty much all I think about. (But in a good way.) 



HEARTLESS ARTICHOKES


OPEN IMMEDIATELY

Important document inside.
Important plan information.
Important privacy choices.
Do not discard under penalty of death.


AGE DECAY ADDICTION FRAILITY LOSS 

And so much more.


LIKE THE DEATH OF FLAMENCO

Charm, romance, and color--kaputski.


DEAD BLOG
 
My heart sits vacant.
Kneejerk flowers.


CAUSE OF DEATH

That’s a good question.


DEATH VALLEY DONUTS

It’s Mocha Monday every day!


BIRD INTO WINDOW

Entering eternal life.


PILING ON

My support network
Is in worse shape than I am.


PAST TENSE OF DEAD

El career de Randy.


READY TO CHECK OUT

His life has been added to his cart.


SUBJUNCTIVE MOODINESS

He wishes he were
Soon to not be.


PERMANENT DEATH

You won’t find me
Buying additional lives.


QUALITY TIME

In the grave.




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