Christmas In Space and San Francisco – And How I Almost Got Married
or… Look what Stellare found in San Francisco:
Said Stellare: Surely, an earthquake in San Francisco would be a disaster. So was my attempt on getting married in San Francisco. We met on the internet, as I assume is the modern way of finding your spouse these days and I definitely wanted to be modern. I’ll spare you the romantic details, but I almost succeeded in finally getting hitched via cyberspace. I even convinced ‘the victim’ that he should take my name, that is how modern we were. Unfortunately, someone (I’ll name names in just a bit) wouldn’t have any of this modernism and effectively prevented a happy union across all sorts of boarders.
Adolf Hoffmeister, 1959, illus. for Around the World in Eighty Days
It’s almost here: 2010. I’m looking forward to it. I like the Islamic Stars of David in this picture. (see People of the Book.)
New Year’s: Planning an evening at home with the nice man.
The black snake is dead in the road.
In the rising bands of heat, his head
is gone, or nearly, his body divided
by the flat print of tire. Already
the birds. I have left you and we are
running. What you will remember:
how the small chameleons broke
in my clasp, blood opening like an iris
as they fled the screen porch, shedding
cells, a slender tail. What you take
with you now is what you know of me.
Know everything. Know I never told you
because I wanted you to love me.
When you came upon your parents
in the drawn shade, the nest of their limbs
in love confused you. You stumbled out
onto the porch, waking the wasps beneath
the boards. They lit your ankle in a shower
of sparks, humming, tipped with gold.
I know the scar like a story. Tiresias
loved as a man and woman. What was left
for him but blindness? I don’t know
what has killed the snake as I don’t know
why I killed so many, or tried to,
or thought I did. I let the scavengers
take what they can. I am learning
nothing has a sex. I am learning whomever
we love, we are left this way, halved.
Mermaid or Whale
from the page
To Whom It May Concern:
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans).. They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Barren Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
Mermaids don’t exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don’t have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them not to mention how could they have sex?
Just look at them…..where is IT ? Therefore, they don’t have kids either.. Not to mention who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?
The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.
yobaba sent me this.