Take
Out The Garbage
I
feel like I am standing on top of myself, and suddenly with excitement I feel
taller. Not that I wanted to be a
High-Rise or a basketball player, but add-ons and enhancements, and taller and
lighter, but not really misinformed or deformed by the transformation. Have written about it recently. Replacement Therapy and so am aware that my
status is temporary. I am shrinking and
before long I will hardly be seen.
And
yes, it’s a well known fact to me, I crave attention. Am a center stage man, and yet as we hinted
at, am not tall enough to be Center
Player on a professional basketball team.
No longer even average height, and is why I feel like I am not who I
think I am. See myself proud and
standing tall. On top of myself with joy
and contentment. Had enough and am
beyond adolescence and puberty, and may even be entering the last
installment. Even so, is not stopping
me. Blog and express myself and even
mention the impossible. Like starting
over again. When that comes to mind, I
am reminded of something the Mothers and Elders would say,
“Take Out The
Garbage.”
It
happens. Then and Now. Was not just a by-product of early
development and going in all directions at once. Back in the 50’s and it was a slower
pace. America was smaller then, and had
less people. Turn of the century numbers
and maybe 75 million people in America.
As we know, the numbers change,
larger or smaller, depending on your
objective and point of view. Just am
aware that in 2016 there are more than 300 million people in the nation.
Mathematical
and its impossible to say for sure, how many of these people are here on Visa’s
and Tourist Permits, and how many are planning to stay and live here, and be my
replacement people. It happens. High rise buildings and urban density, and as
I look out my window, I see cranes and construction and the signs of more
people in my neighborhood. Which makes
it more important what Mother and the Elders said. “…..Take Out The Garbage.”
The
facts are getting lost in the political rhetoric. But it seems this is the time to talk about
it. For some, debates and conjecture
turn into a research project. Fact
Checking. And as far as I can tell, some people are held to a higher
standard. “Where are you getting that
information from? Is it true? Is it factual? “ Then
there are some who do stream of consciousness reporting. They just say whatever comes to mind in the
moment and let others figure out if it is true or not.
Soon
we will fall into a stupor, overwhelmed by the amount of media material and
discussion that was there to meet us at every turn. Tiring, but we are almost at the end
now. My job is to manage my
affairs. Do what I am told. “Take Out The Garbage.” Said Mother and the Elders. And when I did. Life was simple and uncomplicated. I just did what I was told. And
lived to be another day older and deeper in debt.
John Henry.
We
are almost there. Destination and
arrival time on the Big Screen. ETA and
feels like we are right on time. Some
delays, but not because we stand around and talk about it. We have our connected devices and this is
taking up a lot of time. But is part of
our routine now. Have others and robots
to do the homework, or is it house work.
Take Out The Garbage now lies in another domain. Progressed and are beyond slavery. People talk and look at their devices. Machines work.
And
Mother would not be pleased, but that is a topic for another time. No reason to burden oneself. Take it off the To-Do-List. Take Out The Garbage. Is like debating how many people were in the
United States in 1901, and is probably like it will be when the grandchildren
in 2050 stop to debate the issues. “ 400 million people. That’s a drop in the bucket now. Mexico and Canada and yes its true.
We are all one big happy family now.
Can you believe that?”
And
suddenly I am getting sick to my stomach.
Without fact checking, am reminded that when in a blog or online, it is not what you say that influences
others, its how many times you say it, and if persistent, words become viral
and before you know, 400 million views
is not impossible. And he laughs. Keep it simple. Do what you are told. Put away your devices and do something.
“…Like
Take Out The Garbage.” Do it now.
Tomorrow
we will be busy. Getting out the vote or
something. Doesn’t matter really if you
recall, he is shrinking and too short to
see, the forest from the trees. High
Rises everywhere. Natural truth and
beauty and it is true. “Hard to see
now. And yes, its true, I’ve stopped
looking.” Don’t have to do much anymore. If it is important I can find it on
FaceBook.
You think?
I found a beauty in that piece. I admire your fluency and your subjects. FB Is filling with garbage. I am in Edinburgh. Today I am going to a Salsa class, a new start but I have never been able to do or learn any dance steps. I write short pieces and am pleased with my few lines on Autumn.
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Above me,
beneath me,
and falling to earth,
Autumn prayers.
I liked John Donne:
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Hello John. Is time for a new blog from me. Like the Brevity of your word display. Like the pictures of Kola and John in tree. Can't dance, but go to dances myself. Ballroom and sedate and quiet mood and light, the classic and the traditional. Salsa and cuban beats and circle dance from Ukraine. Like that, but can't remember from year to year, who my favorite dance partner is. So I take classes. And find new ways to invigorate.
DeleteGood to see you home and on my site. Good to feel australia, and yet know... the highlands are home. So much contrast, and yet with family there ..... its all connected.
appreciate seeing signs of John. Autumn and Winter, and new year coming. Will write about that. In a new blog. I will.
Where are you now?
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