WITHOUT FURTHER ADO
The title, without further ado implies that we will
proceed without continuing talk. And it
might be a small point, that we are using words on a screen, rather than face
to face talking to get this point across to you. Across the miles, and into my day, I choose
to carry on this routine of blogging, and reaching out. No reason to offer justification, and will
not waste my time expanding on that thought.
We must and will, make contact.
The Aliens are coming. Immigrants
on our southern flanks, crossing over and become one of us.
And so they have made that an
election year issue. Wondering as I
often do, what happen in the next 5 years, after the election is over, will
this enable me to, and then I compile a list of things I was to be co-dependent
with. Often the list is erased, before
the garbage is taken out and disposed of.
Part of what has to be done, if I am to avoid the chatter which contains
the waring, “Avoid. This place is
trashy.” Not sure if I am talking about
a real place, or an internet site, or some 3rd world place that I
must have a visa and passport to visit.
Life as I know has become most complicated, and without further
ado, I will write and tell you as much
as I can, about this day and how I find myself in it.
There has to be a reason why I
think you must know. Why I bother you
with all of this. Maybe it all has to do
with word choice, with form and is it
writing or is it talk. Without further
ado refers to getting on with it, without further talk. Has nothing to do with the endless hours I
spend at the keyboard, banging out The Next Great American Novel or my idea of
it, which is a blog that details how I spend my morning, and all those people I
pissed off, posting my thoughts and comments, just yesterday. Ok,
Talk or Type. Which is your
preference and is not the point of all of this Further Ado Sailing, that we
should get on with it.
Get along. Move forward.
Clear the decks and fuel the word machine. Give us what we demand, or else. Or else what?
And that is my concern just now.
We have a disagreement. We agree
to disagree and silence feels the space between us. “ So what?” Tomorrow is another day, we might talk
then. But what if that doesn’t
happen. “What Then?”
When people stop talking, the
end is near. Without Further Ado, this
could be you. Wrapped in silence and no
place to go. The end of consciousness as
we know it, and you need to ask, “Is that all there is?” Bring all this up, because I think we can do
better, if we have the time and energy.
As long as we are reading this, we have an option. Why go the No-More-Talk-Route. Why not,
talk to each other. Word Choice
and format should not matter. We are
intelligent beings, we should and will adapt, if not rather slowly. Even that is a moot point, if we are not
talking.
So it is important to get on
with it. Spend time with each
other. Laugh and cry and play around
with sheer non-sense. Is okay to ask the
wall, “What are you wearing?” And to get
back this echo-answer: “Wall Paper, of
course.” No cosmetics or war paint for
me. “Be civil.” And this is but one option we consider, while
exchanging thoughts and views of how things should be. Is why I say, “Without Further Ado, lets get
on with it.” Be nice. Be Friendly.
Be Aware. If we do this long
enough, I will fall in love. With you.
With your words. With this screen
magic. And if you don’t believe me, just follow along. It might happen. If not with me, with others. Follow along.
Just do it. Without Further Ado.
I am following your blogs backwards. So perhaps the present you is somewhere else and yet I think after all this time I have some idea of who you are.
ReplyDeleteI have sometimes pursued the path of recluse and no talking. It certainly makes it hard to join in again. Not that I ever really was happy joining anything.
One of my old friends has been lost to party politics. Another is set in his ways.
Sometimes I enjoy a brief interchange with someone. I also have my loving wife. I misunderstand myself so how much more her.
Because one person reads and leaves a comment, I too see the backward connection as a feasible first step forward. When I choose, words come easy to me, and a brief interchange happens. I am both recluse and Mountain Man inclusive. Where there are mountains and water, I will be found. Something familiar connects us. Its not all a grand misunderstanding. But then that is the mystery of all this, what can we never understand about another, and how true is that faint bond that comes from reading. As for me, I am content, even as I realize: The sea is rising. The Mangroves will be lost. And I continue a daily routine, that makes this loss possible. Misunderstanding comes with the complexity that seeks definition. And in so many ways, I am defined by this. Living walking distance to seashore. I came down from the mountains, and found others. More difficult to explain, I stopped trying. And now I write. And the blog speaks. Even in the silence, is the brief exchange. Its just not personal.
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