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Monday, January 28
by
pogblog
on Mon 28 Jan 2008 10:18 PM PST
In 189,800 hours of our 569,400 hour life, one-third of our terrestrial span, we are dream toddlers. However august and accomplished we become in the solid, roughly sequential, daylight portion of our life adventure, we are untutored and gawky, if not helpless, in our dream experience. Dreaming happens to us. Our parents were ignorant of dream existence and its radical rules.
Friday, January 18
by
pogblog
on Fri 18 Jan 2008 06:28 PM PST
The first one who died, my father, I was numb. The second one who died, my first husband, I screamed. By the tenth big death before I was 29, I was pissed. Furious, not drunk. This Heaven-and-Hell folderol is a misleading way to talk about the Land of the Dead because though the Heaven-mongering Christians, who began as a simple religion of the powerless, have had the power, the press, and the propaganda for a lot of centuries, the AfterLife Truth is much more complex, and, luckily, a ton more fun.
Saturday, January 5
by
pogblog
on Sat 05 Jan 2008 11:33 PM PST
Holoku, hulaku. Hulaku -- little dances, gestures of admiration for the way words play, effervesce, coalesce. A formal haiku of 5/7/5 syllables per line is a single drop of dew on a leaf.
Tuesday, January 1
by
pogblog
on Tue 01 Jan 2008 11:11 PM PST
Druids have always believed in an absolute democracy of knowledge – or more important of knowing. (Not so much the stuff, but the process.) The treasure, the golden, the untarnishable joy is knowing and sharing it with abandon and glee, with reverence, reverie, and revelry.
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