In the air… Three Prophets

Sometimes when your head is sooo filled with air and is flying high …. h-i-i-i-gh up in the clouds, you think of some funny stuff or it seems to you to be funny and later on when you have landed… ehhh… I will jot it down anyway… wrote this while up on a plane in US Airways…

Time: Waaaay back then… Old Testament times
Location: the City Gate:
Who: A bunch of prophets who were contemporaries of each other meet: Isaiah, Micah and Hosea
What: After a long day of prophesying. They decide to get together for a cup of Joe (= coffee) and just unwind.

Isaiah: Hey.. Old Buddy – Hosea – How are you? How did it go today?
Hosea : [Sighs] Oh… Not too good – these people – they are so ^%*#^& hard-hearted you know?
[Micah enters scene and hears Hosea]
Micah: Tell me about it. I’ve even howled like a jackal and moaned like an owl and yet my “OWOOOOOOS!” have fallen on nothing but deaf ears. [pause] Must have been ok for you aaay – Isaiah? You work in the King’s Court.
Isaiah: No. Not quite. I may be in the Court and the folks there are a trifle more educated than the common man, but really… they are no less hard-hearted than anyone else. The court have been just as rough. No one there is listening.
[Brief silence]

Micah: Y’know what – lets skip the Joe. I think I need a brandy. Day like this – thats what I need. Lets go to that fancy new pub in town, Hebrew Brew.
Isaiah: Yeah. Lets do it. Is there a dress code by the way?
Hosea: Sounds good,but say… Isss…  – Can you spot me a few shekels? I’ve been kinda low. You know my wife…

Why Do People Flit From One Thing To Another … over and over and over …

Why Do Some People Flit From …

hole to hole
void to void
vacuum to vacuum
futility to futility
dissatisfaction to dissatisfaction
friend to friend
restaurant to restaurant
binge to binge
bar to bar
pub to pub
club to club
party to party
drink to drink
drug to drug
fix to fix
idol to idol
theater to theater
movie to movie
show to show
anesthetic to anesthetic
numb to numb
pain to pain
coffee shop to coffee shop
loneliness to loneliness
quiet to quiet
desperation to desperation
ache to ache
date to date
girlfriend to girlfriend
boyfriend to boyfriend
partner to partner
lover to lover
sex to sex
conquest to conquest
dump to dump
marriage to marriage
husband to husband
wife to wife
affair to affair
divorce to divorce
baby to baby
plug to plug
toy to toy
whimper to whimper
black to black
empty to empty
life to death
death to death
Hell

Other stuff – Play with:
A hole in the soul
leads
to
a
soul in the hole.
…
~ The H is silent yet omnipresent.

Ram

Ram the ram…

Jesse -
- fer

Jennifer & Jessifer…

The man goes and gets mangoes.

The Zoid Void… Soul Hole… your inner vacuum … vac attack… the H is silent and omnipresent…. Noid Void…

plug within…

living streams … that flow

pinging and ponging …

Jar Jar Binks… the first Gungan…

 

Gargle

Gargoyles gargle…

Entering the Fuzz …

There is zip-diddley out there.

dribble some scribble
cook up some doodles
with my half baked noodle

kerfuffle – ehh and bleah and wee me wee little me… tee hee…

Squatting on the earth. Seated in the heavenlies.

drippy, icky… sticky gooey.

     love propels
         faith grasps
             hope pulls
                 grace pushes
                   gratitude compels

{rework}

You are a strangeling …

Grace Expectations!

Theofunnies: The Adventures of Mo and Zippy (1)

One fine day in the blazing hot desert, Mo decided to take his father-in-law, Jethro’s sheep out for a long walk. He went out to the far end of the desert out near Mount Horeb. While there looking for water, Mo encountered a strange and spectacular sight. He saw a burning bush! And not only was this bush, burning and yet not burning up, it also could speak for it spoke to him saying,

Burning Bush  : Hey Mo! How you doin?
Mo          : Whats this? A burning bush that can speak? What can this be?
Burning Bush  : Relax Mo. Its just me, Yahweh, the God of your ancestors.
Mo          : Wow! Yahweh? God? Is that really you? Where have you been all these years?
God        : What do mean ‘Where have I been all these years?’ Isn’t it more like, where have YOU been? Oh Please. Anyway, I take it you’ve been well Mo?
Mo          : I guess I’ve been ok. Yeah. Not too bad. Its been a really rough summer. Unusually hot you know. Not like last year. All in all though, no complaints.
God        : Good. Oh and hey, how is that wife of yours – Zipporah – doing? How is she?
Mo          : Zippy? She’s doing ok also. However the weather has gotten her down a bit. As I said, its been unusually hot this summer and Zippy – she’s been struggling with it. Hey. Can I ask you a favor?
God        : Sure. What is it?
Mo          : Can you turn it down a bit? The heat’s been a bit too much for me also.
[Silent Pause]
God        : Ok. How’s that?
Mo          : Yes. That’s much better. [Mo pauses for a second] Hmmm. Well?
God        : Ok. Now?
Mo          : Aaaah… Yesss. That’s perfect. Boy, you sure read my mind!
God        : Well… Actually Mo.

Flight

I’ll fly away
to another place
for a 1,000 years
I’m gonna make my way.

I’m off to the Peach state
Catch me some summery butterfly days.

Hil-funny-arious.

Splat-a-graph…

dribble, dabble, doodle

tooth and nail nay … fang and claw

say good bye to the snowflakes.

graphite, ink and electron
lip, tongue and tooth

Grace is the cement that fills the cracks in our lives.
Grace is the surround sound that envelops us all around.
Grace is the sustaining power of God that undergirds, overarches and permeates all of the existence of a believer.

hitching camels to caravans.

Plucked, Plinked and Plopped

Hmmm…. what about plunked?

Parsing the quois and pourquois of life…

plopped and dropped…

Blinks and Blanks

Thinkin n Blinkin
A rink a dink dinkin

Save the Platitudes!!!

conchetta and dominic

“A cloud as small as a man’s hand is rising from the sea.” ~1 Kings 18:45

Paragraphs are like clouds. When a person writes one big, huge … splat … paragraph and your eyes get lost in it, then the sky is overcast.

When many paragraphs are there …. then there are many clouds. Everything from cumulonimbus, stratus, cirrus … and on and on and on.

The Holy Spirit is the Spirit of …

… of creativity : Bezalel

… of spontaneity : Spontaneous Combustion… revival

… of order : tohu wa bohu … where the Spirit blows, order comes out of disorder

… of freedom …

… of memory … of remembrance

Gospel-shaped life is what shape?

Idiosyncrat … so not forget paperclips…

Sprinkles of providence gracing our lives…

Theofunnies…

God – the Maharaja of the Universe…

Breakfast:
The early bird gets the worm.
The early worm gets eaten by the bird.

Lunch – based on a certain school cafeteria I used to eat at:
~ I never said grace before eating until I started eating here.
~ Some days… I would look at my plate and ask:
“Am I going to eat this or is this going to eat me?”
~I guess there is something to saying
“We eat by faith and not by sight.”

In the beginning … was the beginning

In the beginning was the chair
and the chair was with God
and God sat upon the chair…
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The maple leaf, red fell
The Canadian sun, yellow shone
The skies blue, withdrew
The clouds white, flew

~~Try ? The grass green, grew

Sometimes you compare apples to oranges… other times apples to pineapples.

Blue skies. Yellow days. Purple evenings.
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In the beginning…

In the beginning, God said, “Aaaaaand Action !!!!!”
and the Universe came in to being.
In the middle, God said, “Aaaaand Cut !!!”
and Jesus was born… and history was cut into B.C. and A.D.
In the end… well … there will be no end…

Blunderbuss … Glunderguss

I am sick… and when I am sick I see the world in yellow. Ever wear shades with yellow lenses? Exactly. And medicinal too.

Sickness adds a jaundiced discoloration to everything in life. The things you hate, you no longer simply hate, you are positively repulsed by it… and the things you like … they become one big Blah!

Everything swirls… from Pecos Bill keep to blunderbuss . . . and gunderhuss and munderbuss

He’s got the whole world in His Hands, but sometimes
He spins the whole world on his finger and
things shake a bit and you are like…
ok… ok… please… the hand… the hand… the hand

And… Oi finished my thesis while being sick… time to sing a hallel

Woo Hoo!
Thank You!
Praise the Lord and
Halleloo!

Halleloo
Alleloo

loo loo ha
laa ley loo

loo loo loo
la la ley
ley ley ley
loo loo loo

la ley loo loo

Then there is also of course …
Hullabaloos & Ballyhoo

Char-broiled thoughts…

“You-ing the You”
be who you are

Dao De Rao

You big monkey mouthed, chimp cheeked, baboon nosed, gorilla eyed . . . Hello My name is Dr. ___something french___. I am the head of the Dept. of Critical Criticality.

Slash and Burn

So I looked at a book on writing last night and the guy said that a writer would write on a regular basis – no excuses… and I was like… I can’t I won’t say 100% that I am a writer and moreover … there isn’t always running water. Its not up to me… I do not know when the tap will open or close… but what the hey, I thought I’d give it a shot and write something… on something totally random – bats – and see if something came out.

And so yes… bats. What are bats?

There are two kinds of bats.
Bats that swing and bats that fly.

Bats that swing… need a ball. No ball. No purpose… A bat without a ball is no bat. Raison d’etre folks.

So you let the ball fly to the bat and CRACK! It sends the ball flying . . . flying away to some dark faraway nether land . . . good bye purpose.

What is your calling in life? Oh. No. Anything but that. CRACK! Be yourself.

Then there is Batman… the Dark Knight balls up his fists and swings his hands. Boom boom boom. Bat-swings from bat-hands.

Ding a ling a ling… Einstein and swing.

Robin: Holy Moorshishabad! Batman!
(Where the bad is pronounced as in a Jamaican bad.)

Now, you swing the s to the g and get wings from swing . . . and the bat flies… the ball goes …

And so there is Batman and batsmen… swinging fists… swinging hands…

Bats… they swing from branches… they come from branches.

Then there are vampires… I don’t know what to say about them…

Thoughts flow… but then you sit in front of the keyboard… and where did they go… perhaps they have flown away to some dark faraway netherland… Moorshishabad perhaps.

Some ppl have said… your writing is like for children… perhaps I should write for kids… so I need to go to the lib and read a whole bunch of books I suppose.
Look before you leap.
Read before you write.

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swallow an elephant… spit out some ants…

glom … dippy, dippiest…

I write for invisible people . . .
I also write for flappers of course

objects… God does do these 1-off wonders in our lives…

Note to P

Note to P:
But you do write well and also use your mouth well. The hand and the mouth – rare combination. Some are very good with the mouth. Their evangel and apologia is something akin to verbal judo and if eloquence is in the mix, then Judo gets transformed into Kung Fu and they can well strike not only the Crane pose or the Swan pose – but so also the Cross pose with stretched out hands and crossed legs.

Some are good with the hand and while they cannot do things close up with the mouth, they can throw things across time and place…. bombs that go off in some unknown land in some blessed mans hands… blah blah blah… you can write so you must write. Throw that bomb. The J-Bomb. The G-Bomb! The J in the G Bomb…

… books are bombs . . . throw across time and place in mental space…

Its the end of the world as we know it…

More junk…
~ whereabouts and whenabouts

Love Banks… Hate Banks

Human beings are not and cannot – ever – be love banks.

They can only give so much.
They can keep taking taking taking… and its never enough.

You can only deposit so much.
You can only withdraw so much.

. . . only so much.

You go home to a weekend…
Looking forward to a withdrawal . . .
Only to find out that you must first make a deposit.
otherwise you get the message
Insufficient funds…

Human beings are not machines.
Thats the problem.

(All there is Richard says, is materiality, but I’m not an object … a sophisticated machine… a damn biochemical globule! … but I digress… back to banking.)

No human being can meet the deepest needs of another.
What if that person dies today?
Then what do you do?
File for bankruptcy.?.

I’m sorry. But I cannot be your love bank.

And Hate banks… I wont ever go there.

band-aid love

crayons and scribbles
Monotype Corsiva (or Times New Roman)
fountain pen
Work on later…

Cause-mological Argument
Truman Kaput

To Dave who came charging at me while hurling snowballs…

“You come at me with snowballs. I come at you with flying fists.”

Late One Night … a Shooting Star {rework}

Late one night … a shooting star.

I.
Light scatters
and sound so often
    has no form.
I hope that what I say
    takes shape.
If not, I will scatter.
I am after all  a   sho o t i n g    s t a r  .   .   .
A speck of light
     in the night.

II.
Sound is voice.
Sound is noise.
And at your voice
     I rejoice.
So stay I pray
      and make bright the sky.
From dust we came
      into stardust we’ll settle

Postmodern Tolerance… {Work on this l8r}

The following a scrappy poem … it needs a lot of work… It is to be noted here for now… It is sort of a commentary on the facile way that the term tolerance is used today. I’m not against tolerance… but I am against thoughtless tolerance.
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Tolerate this Poem

(1)
I can tolerate YOU
Can you tolerate me?

I can tolerate
    your laughs
    your giggles
    your chuckles
    the way you walk
    the way you talk
    the way you smell
    and even
        the way you stink.

(2)
I can tolerate YOU
Can you tolerate me?

I can tolerate
    your loud burps
    your silent farts
    your secret yawns
    your loud retches
    your horse-like snorts
    and even
      the fact that you never cut your nails
    on a regular basis.

(3)
I can tolerate YOU
Can you tolerate me?

I can tolerate
    your short face
    your long face
    your poker face
    that strained smile
    and even
       all those insecurities
           which you think no one notices.

I can tolerate YOU
Can you tolerate me?
One this is certain
If I can tolerate YOU
I’ve got to be
the most
tolerant person in the world.

Wuds

Calvinianity… There are adherents to this religion.

home grown…
Orange haired
Red blooded
Pink skinned
Pale faced…
Jaundiced look

the Kurds…

Sometimes I get edgy and I find myself…
twiddling mah thumbs
and
tapping my fingers one by one…
wrenching my hands
scratching my head
and if things get worse
clutching my chest and …
well maybe not that.

Prayer and intensity … and electricity…

Da Jesus Book!

“Jesus Christ, he fo everybody. He not jus fo da peopo dat talk English.”

As you know everytime missionaries have gone to other lands, they have found it necessary to translate the Bible into a different language. I think the most awesome version is in Hawaiian Creole or in Pidgin English.

Here is an excerpt of the Lord’s Prayer from Matthew 6:9-13

“God, you our Fadda.
You stay inside da sky.
We like all da peopo know fo shua how you stay,
An dat you stay good an spesho,
An we like dem give you plenny respeck.
We like you come King fo everybody now.
We like everybody make jalike you like,
Ova hea inside da world,
Jalike da angel guys up inside da sky make jalike you like.
Give us da food we need fo today an every day.
Hemmo our shame, an let us go
Fo all da kine bad stuff we do to you,
Jalike us guys let da odda guys go awready,
And we no stay huhu wit dem
Fo all da kine bad stuff dey do to us.
No let us get chance fo do bad kine stuff,
But take us outa dea, so da Bad Guy no can hurt us.
Cuz you our King.
You get da real power,
An you stay awesome foeva.
Dass it!”

http://gohawaii.about.com/od/language/fr/Da-Jesus-Book.htm

“God wen get so plenny love an aloha fo da peopo inside da world, dat he wen send me, his one an ony Boy, so dat everybody dat trus me no get cut off from God, but get da real kine life dat stay to da max foeva.”
(John 3:16)

Digitus Infamous

I found the following review in Books & Culture and that got my head going … I will eventually have to take a look at the book.

http://www.booksandculture.com/articles/webexclusives/2010/october/winner101310.html

Anyway… here are some pre-reflections on what the book may have to say…
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You learn something new everyday… Did you know that giving someone the finger is a mode of communication that has been around since the Graeco-Roman times???

Mais Oui. Yes, and Howsabouthat?

Fingers are marvelous things – you can slap with them, say “no no no” with them, poke someones eye out with them, eat with them … these implements are after all the East Indian’s 2 forks and 10 chopsticks.

Consider…

Just one simple finger – the digitus secundus, our forefinger, is enough for one to pick the nose with – as children so ably demonstrate. Just one single finger – the baby finger – aka digitus pinkus – is enough for one to clean the ear out with.

What marvel???

However these are just some of the pragmatic uses of the one single finger. Utilitarian considerations also abound. For example, one can point to even richer uses of the fingers, when one considers their collective activity together. Take for example the fact that without the fingers held up high, one cannot even properly say “Boo!” to someone. And if not a “Boo”, then how much more difficult is it to say “Boo hoo hoo”. This mutterance ( = to mutter an utterance) is of limited value if it is made, apart from the accompaniment of the fingers being taken up to the eyes in a curled up fashion and then being brought to bear on them in a uniform circular motion.

The Power of the Finger…

Politically speaking, wars are declared with the fingers, when for example, the fingers are curled and the hand closed, thus producing a ball like formation known as the fist. Then two fingers, the thumb and the secundus are extended and the words, “Bang! Bang! Bang!” uttered in sequence. On the other hand, peace is declared when once again the hands are closed, the fist made and the digitus and the infamous are extended and the entire hand then proffered to the Other along with the words “Yo. Peace!” If the Other accepts and concord is established, then outstretched hands and fingers meet, resulting in what is known as a handshake. Peace has been duly established.

blah blah blah..

~ B. B. Becomings aka Anand Anandananda.

Sung Ping et alia

Sung Ping has a sister – Foo Ling Ping and also a brother Ga Lo Ping and a cousin, Sum Dum Gui, who is a nice guy but a little thick between the ears.

Foo Ling is a big procrastinator…

Adumbrating Multidimensional Polarities

The noetic darkness of …

Notable Indian words…

Yamma Babboi!

Ha(!)-the-rikkkay!

Arey Bap Re

Bap Re Bap!

Aiy Yoe!

Hulla Goola!

How other ppl pronounce my name:Raj Rao

The Vietnamese:
“Look. Its Rai Rao.”
“Hai Rai”

The Korean:
“Hello rajjie… Are you going to churchie?”

The Chinese:
Sometimes: “Hello Roger” ~ w/ a high sounding O
Othertimes: “Hi! Waj. Howwa yu Waj?”

Spanish Speaking Ppl:
“Is Rayesh there please?”

Been a while …

Bummer

Bummeroo…

In some ways my head has stopped working… the fruity part of me… my head is in a mixee as they say in India, without the cover, and you put stuff in and press the button and all kinds of thing fly out… but I have been busy over the summer and unable to tend to some stuff…

Blah Blah Blah…. Blah Blahbetty Blahhh

Electron Scatter

wonderings and wanderings . . .

peregrinations

bread of life
living waters…

living and moving…

polysituational adaptability and multisemantic possibility

chitting and chatting

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Writing Practice – Come back and work on these later

Carbonated thoughts …

Thoughts – they lie imprisoned inside of me – banging with their fists against my chest, asking to be let out. Its a matter of justice after all.

“I feel the words, phrases, expressions, thoughts lining up in the back of my mouth and like champion divers they make their run from chord to board and make their leaps from the tip of my tongue – somersaulting once, twice, thrice … and off into the world.” ~ Baba Babka

Bollygood movies … hug shakes…

Alter Book:
Take 1 for fun…
~ When I see a staircase… I prefer to run up the stairs… 3, 4, 9 steps at a time… not one by one . . .
Alter does not just simply take you through poetry – step by step – one at a time. He has you lift up your first foot, hold it up in the air – for a good long time – before taking it down and then lifting up the other and doing the same. It takes time to get through the book.

lift up the one leg … let it hang in mid air…

Take 2 for you …
~ I would like to say that I had a dancing good time with the book . . . however . . . deadlines, exams, papers… and other such constraints made me drop the Polonaise . . . and move into the Hustle . . .

My Metronomy/Olugbenga review

I posted a brief review of the music of a band, Metronomy and also some mixes by Olugbenga Adelakan who is in that band … here:

http://www.underdarock.com/blog/2010/04/16/who-is-olugbenga-adelekan/

They are really good. Altho I am not listening to the music right now, it is still in my head.

There are of course some grammatical issue present for which I have two things to say:
1. Whatever.
2. I cannot go back and do something about it now.

Horizon – Take 2

~ Horizon

All hail the God-Man
Jesus Christ, where -
heaven and earth unite
sky and ground meet.
The abode of angels,
the abode of worms
one and together greet

All hail the Incarnation
Son of Man, Son of God, where -
yesterday meets tomorrow,
chronos becomes kairos.
The abode of the flesh becomes
the abode of the Word.

All hail the Risen One
Jesu Victor! who is -
the Resurrection and the Life
God’s Love enfleshed in a womb
Living Hope conceived in a tomb
Our death, He buried in history
His life He gives for eternity

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ try and try again… oieeey… what is crooked cannot be made straight! ~Eccles 1:15

All hail the Mediator
Iesu Redemptor, who is -
Reconciler, Intercessor
of God and creature,
and creature and creation
Lord Jesus Christ
Join of the Universe

Glossa

flesh, bone and nerve

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discursive is easier than purposive

spelunk through some1s mind

Take 2′s

Hello 2 U 4,

How are you?

I am so so
-rry. I have been me
-aning to get a me
-eting btwn us to get
-her … er… togeth
-er and have bee
-n delayed be
- cause of Tim
-e conflicts in our
schedules.

So … so sorry
about

t
h
e

d
e
e
e
e
e
l
a a a a a a y

~ by B.B. Becomings

… long lost twin brother of E. E. Cummings.
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Its interesting to note the connections between Ireland and India.

For example theres the band Delhi 2 Dublin… and and and…

you flip the flag of India on its side and you get the Irish flag…

then theres the Miss Irish India pageant … well… not quite…

ok so maybe not so many connections…

Ireland – a green land filled with redheads.

Vermilion…

Take the word Irish… move the ‘I’ to the end of the word and you get Rishi.

The Irish Rishi
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How is your hearing these days?

~ Huh? What do you mean?

Are you hearing God’s voice?

No?

Then use use your hearing aid… the Bible.
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Sometimes when I write the Niagara falls… other times… the ink runs out.

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Incredible
Inexact

… encapsulating inexact thoughts in exact statements.
… encapsulating incredible thoughts in credible statements.

Hanging out at the Hoogly River…

Paley went to Giggleswick school

The Collect

I seen youse…
Who dhat guy?
Why’d I do dat?
~ From DeNiro in Raging Bull

rastle
spiffy and spry
my dear lotus blossom…
zenata mundata sunyatta
sunny disposition…
member of the Professional society . . .
Hows your buddha essence doing today?

“only the mollycoddled silver spoons who have been wrapped in cotton wool avoid the bullshit..having said that, they pay in lack of life experience.” ~ Andy

razzle dazzle
me bedazzled
and a little frazzled

That is indeed a verity
veritable verities
exchanging pleasantries

Buddha’s & Boodhus:
neti neti neti
nutty nutty nutty

neti neti
nutty nutty

How to eat an apple… (A writing exercise)

The Buddhist have this idea of mindfullness. That is, we are to mindful of everything we do, every waking moment. I don’t quite understand it, and it seems to be impossible, but anyways…my friend was talking about how when he eats his apple, he is not thinking about eating one part of it vs. another. I guess he is not mindful… or is he… I just ate an apple, and it occurred to me that I was quite the bit mindful of how I ate my apple.

I tended to start off by taking my bites from near the top, near the stem. It seemed to me that the curvature of the apple here was best suited for the biting, as opposed to some other part. It was here, it seemed that my central and lateral incisors would be able to snap off the best chunk of the apple. And indeed it would make the noise of a snap and a crack, as it snapped off into my mouths. Next, subsequent to the snap, I would let my molars loose on that chunky bit, crushing it and squeezing out its juices into my mouth, and sliding then the crushed apple dollop down my throat.

Being mindful of what I was doing, I continued to work my way around the top of the apple and at times the middle of it, sculpting the core with my teeth. I realized that my bites were intentional. Each bite was calculated to maximize the crunchiest noise possible and bring about a snap. Each bite was calculated to break off the largest piece possible with a good sized crack!

yada yada yada…. It seemed to me that even in apple eating, we are mindful of how we eat. We are concerned with where we place our teeth and how we break of a piece of the apple. There is even something aesthetically pleasing about the way the piece snaps off and gets crunched in our mouths. There is even mindful decision making as to where we will place our bites and what we will bite off… avoiding the brownish bruised areas. We choose our bites on account of our desires.

Samsara and the City (Take 2 – rework)

(1)
Samsara is not just simply a jaunt from one life to the next.
Its not just simply about
   the lives that we have lived,
    the lives that we will live.
       Lives that we will live through and
die out of.

No, samsara is also about the life that we are in right now.
It is also about the today and
about what goes on in our todays,
moment by moment

It is not simply just about Moksha, Mukti, and Nirvana – Liberation
once this cycle or the next is complete.
It is also about Nirvana, Mukti, and Moksha
in and during this life,
from nonage to dotage.

(2)
So I went to a Deshi party at this most happening bar
somenowheres in the Big Apple.
It was called Maya’s and was up on 35th and 6th.
It was a rooftop party atop of a 22 story building.

(4)
I saw some people that I had not seen in quite a whiles,
and many others whom I had never met before.
Everyone was stuck in a samsara whether
they realized it or not.

Some cycled through boyfriends and girlfriends.
From one to the next.

Some cycled through their drinks,
from vodka to whisky, to just plain old stella’s for not so plain old nine dolla’s.

Some cycled through jobs, and
were yet still looking to cycle to another.

Some cycled from person to person,
conversation to conversation,
routine to routine,
act to act.

A few even died and left us,
only to be reborn at another party
for the night was still young.

No one experienced Liberation,
save one very hungry Brahmin who found it in a hamburger.

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Hmmmm…. Moksha, Mukti and Mocha???

Gutturals and Sibilants

Developing something I’ve written wrote on someones fb page.

Take 3: Going back to the conversation in the SS office.

Love does not simply involve Chemistry…First comes Biology… bcuz the first thing you know about a person, you know through ur eyes. Mmmmmamma Mia! aaay? Next comes Chemistry … va va va voom. No? Finally, Physics – but we reserve that for Marriage . . .Thats an… advanced subject. I will not offer any sounds to descibe this other than to say that they traverse the whole spectrum from gutturals to sibiliants.

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dont forget …Aaaye caramba

Deft and Daft

I like the two words…

Some say I’m deft.
Others say I’m daft.
deft and daft…

somewhere but not quite there, with – yet with without
absent in the mind, present in the absent

out of it
???
dense and light headed

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You pinhead! are pinheads sharp or dull?

incisive and dull

Yes. Its horribly bad poetry… daft poetry really
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People often use hands when they write. They say…

“On the one hand, I wanted to go to Ireland.”
“On the other hand, Iran caught my fancy.”
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Sometimes, the twists and turns of life can leave you all bent out of shape.

Le Byline La Byline – slapping two sticks together.

My byline for some Scripture I submitted to the Grad Scrawl ppr on campus…

Compiled by A. Raj Rao, a 4th year MDiv student, who in his free time, connects dots, drops lines, and draws blanks.

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So the poem that I have here on my blog somewhere Late One Night . . . A Shooting Star is going to go into the next Scrawl. Once again I have to supply a byline. I think that this will be my byline.

Raj Rao is a 4th year M.Div student, who spends his free time sipping Chicoree coffee and reading the writings of the 18th Century Tibetan Sage, T’u'u bkvan blo bzan C’os kyi ni ma (1737 -1802).

~ EXCURSUS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SLAP STICK PROSE: BREAKING EVEN

Now that said… it says in the Bible that we are not to be unevenly yoked. Why not simply say that we are not to be oddly yoked? Why uneven? Isn’t odd the opposite of even and not of uneven? How would using odd sound anyway?

“Do not be oddly yoked …”

It sounds odd, no? Well. I don’t think so.

Besides what do two unevens make? Do not two unevens make an even?

“Uh… Helloe ? Don’t even try that with me. 3 + 3 = 6. So odd + odd = even.”

So it seems oddly enough that an uneven + uneven = even. So it seems that two unevens (i.e. two odds) make an even, and even two evens make an even. So it seems to me that the best match would be for an odd and an even to be paired up… but doesn’t that just take us back to the starting point of uneven yokes… hoieeey!

And of course then there is also the issue of uneven yokels… but I digress.
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Where are those Hindoo people?

Hindoos?

Thats how the Brits said it once.

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“lum tum tum
tee dee
do da do
do da
do da
do doo da day”
~ Foghorn Leghorn

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A thought and a thing
A thing and thought

or maybe a ting and a thot
or a
thot and a thing.

A tot a thot?

“A tot but say it like thot…”

“Ah… Yes. I thot a thot from a mot”

“A mot?”

“It means word in Fran-sais stupid!”

Anyway…

I thot a thot a lot from a mot which I thot I’d jot.

“But mot in Francais! is pronounced moe – not mot, like the ot in the not!”

“Well … I love killing the french language … and getting a rise outta those Frenchos anyway soeee!”
“Now, pls stop interrupting me! … I need to get back to my oration on tings and tots.”

“Hmmm… besides if suppose we pronounced everything like those Frenchos … We would say…”
“I toe a moe from a joe and … you get moe joe… mojo … from a toe. Yuk.”

“No. This is not working… I must stick to my slap stick prose. Forget the Frenchos”

“Being a foreigner, I have difficulties with other languages. So Frencho – no, but English … ho! …Ho whell”

“I do say … you’re right. You may may not speak French well, but you do broken English wery vell.”

“Its called slap stick prose. Stupid!”

Burned Toast – Don’t try to make sense of any of this

On my feet, I am slow… but in print…I can take an argument apart socket and bone … If I want to be harsh, I can break a bone in half and suck out the marrow… A good argument has a juicy marrow.

I have been grabbing quarters out of the air.

snapping synapses / memory lapses

intensional, deviant and fuzzy logics – I am a deviant who intensionally does fuzzy logic.

the red earth and the blue skies… *

*the earth is red in certain parts of US.

The early bird gets the worm. The early worm gets eaten

I am also feeling a little snap crackle pop in the head.

Oh! Snap! He snapped!

A doo run run run, a doo run run run…

wry wine

putting 2 and 2 together to make 5…?

Paraconsistent logic… These logicians crack me up.

Snap crackle pop! What is the logic of that?

Paraconsistent logic is what the deviants do.

Logic is libido

No time to rhyme

No time to rhyme
Shoeshine and ___

… cuz Finals Week is nigh upon me… Oieeye Ve … I have two papers and a Final on Monday…

What kinds person uses a term like nigh? Nary a person but a n’eer do well.

A N’eer Do Well eating some swill…cotton and twill…

fabricated examples

Abracadabra

What is the difference between wry humor and dry humor?

canary missionary fairy valery
As I have said before… the days are long, the weeks fly by.

Gray matter baking? neurons still firing?