Saturday, November 29, 2008

The mayhem in Bombay is said to have ended. The terror might have just begun. But like most parts of the subcontinent, I suffer from amnesia. While I see a list of everything that has exploded in the past decade, the past year and the last month, it does not register. As I did today, most days, I walk to the supermarket across the road and load my cart with organic carrots, avocados, cheese and bread. I lunch. I drink wine. I am told that the world must go on.

And go on it will.

But I am still left with a sinking lump and the added responsibility of pretending for the young ones around me that life is safe. That hope reigns. And that uncertainty must be combated by a few stray strands of knowledge. Of the numbers that I call my bank account. Of the miles my car has been driven. Of the temperature in Austin.

How does one selectively combat apathy? What is the right combination that will let me plod forward and yet hold my fists close to my body? My shoulders slouch and my eyes are shifty. I fear the future.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond, I know
she's used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

-- Jeffrey McDaniel

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

4 November 2008

Austin, TX; 10:32 p.m.

Barack Hussein Obama

Sunday, November 02, 2008

So many many years ago...

We played charades.
Mimed lives, acted meaning, laughed over signs.
We always got it all wrong.

And I feel bad for the little soul long ago that believed in the game. For the certainty that gave way to unknown terrain. For the anchors rendered unanchored. For that one belief of hers that unraveled over the length of the world.

memento mori