pilderwasser

"if you don't like the weather

wait 5 minutes"

Fable

I’m tired of meaning, says the tortoise

to the hare, who agrees. The lions

and crows don’t disagree, and the snake

chimes in: It would be better if we didn’t 

have to moonlight as morality lessons. 

Exactly, says the chicken. I’d like to let

loose once in a while, I’d like to

stretch my wings, she says. Yes, 

says the fox. You should get out

of your pen more, says the fox. You

should let me help, says the fox,

opening the latch to the evening. 

It was a fine evening and a fine

conclusion they were coming to,

thought the fox, helping 

the chicken out of her feathers. 

—Andrea Cohen

Poetry May 2024 

Volume 224, #2, page 105

reprinted here

without permission 

Wheel Fanatyk  pint cup

“One” 

U2

Is it getting better?

Or do you feel the same?

Will it make it easier on you now?

You got someone to blame

You say, one glove, one life

When it's one need in the night

One glove, we get to share it

Leaves you baby if you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

You act like you never had glove

And you want me to go without

for the past couple weeks I was seeing a glove in a doorway of Bagley Hall at 3790 Okanogan Lane Box #351700. Propped up by someone in hopes that its rightful owner would see it and take it home. 

Then this week I saw another glove displayed in the Ocean Sciences Building at 1492 Boat Street Box #355355. lost but never found. 

Yesterday I decided to grab the Bagley glove and chuck it in the electric ass bathtub. Then a few hours later I rescued the OSB glove. I put them together to take this photo and that's when I learned that one was right and one was left and I...

crow

knows

this

crow 

knows

that

dissimilar

metals

stack

steel

copper

aluminum 

speaking 

different

languages

saying 

same

thing

4130

6061

220-221

whatever

it 

takes 

if an electric ass mailman

knocks at the door

but there’s nobody there

to let him in

does it make a sound? 

When you’re a bike messenger, a real bike messenger, not a jimmy john or an uber eats or a panda express…  …when you’re a bike messenger there’s a part of your brain that grows to absorb street addresses, numbers, letters, directionals and subtle clues that make a big difference. It all gets whittled down to a shorthand lexicon lingo spoken by those in the know and it fits like a glove or maybe a tea cozy over a 3-D map of the city that exists only in your brain.  

you know

I know 

you know

Just as the brains of baristas burn new neural pathways to absorb all the nonfat decaf no foam extra hot 3 sweet-n-low vanilla fucking bullshit without blinking an eye, keeping a straight face. 

Your messenger brain is trained to visualize, categorize, optimize, epitomize the traveling salesman problem. Working it out in real time and space on two wheels with a satchel over your shoulder cutting through traffic and parked cars and pedestrians and MID ambassadors as well as legal...

With all the good/evil that is google, they make it very easy to create documents and keep track of them. google.docs beats the shit out of Microsoft's offerings in the same category. google makes it very easy to generate word clouds and look back on things. to sum it up. retrospectively. 

If I was technologically proficient I’d be sharing actual word clouds with you, not just screen shots of them. Then you could scroll over them with your cursor and the tally for each word would pop up as well as its percentage of the total word count. 

I recently created seven word clouds from this site in the past six years or so. I saved a few of them here, because they’re all so similar, there's no need to save seven. As you know I’m repeatedly repeating the same old shit. 

The words in the previous 12 years of this site are not so easy to clump together, to run the numbers. Perhaps I could refer back to the printed pages I have stored in large 3-ring binders from 2011, to tally word counts by hand with a pencil in a small spiral notebook. Or not....