Received with 'just the right amount' of
playful understanding, lest the day bring
on cloudbanks of thought and erudition.
Prebreakfast, it enjoys three satellite
reception, with all dogs walked and porridge
soaking on the stove. The kettle boils
and he measures Fiori coffee scoops
into the plunger. Yesterday's rain has
soaked in and the garden stretches out as
he pours and stirs the brew before putting
a flame under the porridge. Now he plunges
in as he has done before so many
times, impatient to enjoy what's on off-
er before satellite coverage is lost.
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Thanks for your poem, Hal. Off to breakfast now ... Andrew
2009/11/13 Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]>
> My Strange Amoeba
>
> Notwithstanding its ability to reproduce by simply
> separating part of itself from itself and sending it off
> to pre-school, it wasn't all that different from other
> simple life forms, say clarinetists or performers on
>
> the oud. It's not a question of bricolage or muscle
> thumb, but rather watching where one falls. Nervous
> improvisations in adjacent precincts. The constant
> lap of water on the shore. Aromatherapy, one
>
> option we'd given no thought to . . . until yesterday,
> that is. Playing near the edges of one's world, one
> finds, even there, mandatory vaccinations. Relatively
> fixed, in this most neurotic of worlds, despite our
>
> most fraudulent endeavors, we await our ends with
> just precisely the right amount of equanimity.
>
>
> Hal
>
> Halvard Johnson
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Andrew
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