WAITING
NOT WAITING FOR SAMUEL BECKETT TO SLIP ME THE ANSWER
There really is ecstasy a.k.a. magic in this life
followed by heartache followed by tedium banality
irritation Then occasionally bliss breaks in Life
culminates in having lived It’s that simple Yourownpersonalodyssey.com
I Was Here written in pink chalk on buildings benches fences
Blackie Was Here doggie odyssey Unmarked grave ravine
North Toronto 1970’s As soon as we wake up into this puny-consciousness
we long for immortality Do Not Extinguish Me! (see: *Lascaux
*Michelangelo *Godot *Rosebud)
We all like to be near people who are living the life they want to
live To touch a corner of their cloak to take a selfie with them
to stalk them to kill them? (see: Mark David Chapman or don’t)
At a workshop on PLAY THERAPY TECHNIQUES the sleek lady from
Arizona gave us: THE MAGIC BAG Tell your clients they can put their
hands in and pull out ANYTHING: the missing mother God a puppy
then psycho-dramatically play with these One client bitterly recounted
how her cat did not return to life when she used a bag at home
Perhaps this is more of an adult technique for the suffering fantasists
reserved + melancholic eaten up inside by ebbing passion For the ones
who say: I have my pace + way of living I’m not looking for something
Don’t bother me with MAGIC If it happens it happens Otherwise fuck you
__
Astride of a grave and a difficult birth Down the hole lingeringly the grave digger
puts on forceps At me too someone is looking of me too someone is saying He is
sleeping he knows nothing Let him sleep on (Waiting For Godot Samuel Beckett)
Adelia Prado begs to differ:
Nothing is ever dead What seems to have died fertilizes
What seems motionless waits
(Lesson 1976)
Summer 2014
songanddancegirl 