A Softer World
A Softer World is a very interesting blog/webcomic.
It feels like Haikus on LSD.
Sometimes its hilarious, thoughtful and sweet and then sometimes
incredibly inappropriate or vulgar. Not for kids that's for sure.
Here's one I stumbled on today that made me happy.
"Es preciso hacer bien, aun después de haber muerto. Por tanto, escribo."-José Martí
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Right Now...
Right now, a man is kneeling on the ground, filling
his tire with Fix-a-Flat he bought from Wal-mart.
His hands are dirty and sticky from the tire and
the white foam spewing from a leak in the hose on the can. His wife sits in the
front seat trying to comfort a crying baby with an ear infection.
He thought he could make it til payday with the
slow leak, but now it won’t wait and the baby needs to go to the emergency room
because the fever has been too high for too long.
Right now, a tired man in a charcoal suit returns the keys to his rental car to an employee at the Avis counter at the Atlanta airport. He makes
the long walk to the Delta Terminal for his flight home. As he walks, he calls his
wife’s cell phone…it goes to voicemail repeatedly. He finally puts the phone
away and wonders where she is.
Right now, three teen-age girls are stuffed into a
ten year old compact car. They are heading to a movie at the dollar theatre.
They scream lines from their favorite song as they miss their exit on the
freeway. They scold the driver and then laugh as they turn around at the next
exit.
Right now, a man struggles with a bra clasp in the
dark while a woman giggles.
Right now, a woman opens the door to her
apartment, seeing it’s her ex she turns away from the door and yells, “Brandon,
your dad is here!! Hurry up!”. She walks away, leaving him standing in the
doorway without inviting him in. He glances to the side like he’s inspecting
the carpentry work of the door frame.
Right now, an older couple dressed in their Sunday
best sits in a diner enjoying a cup of coffee and sharing a piece of peanut
butter pie. She wipes the corner of his mouth with a napkin and smiles.
Right now a college freshman studies evolutionary
biology. Why he ever believed in God is becoming a mystery to him. He’s content
that his world is finally making sense.
Right now a young man is studying the Bible in his
room. He feels inspired, charged up and just plain happy. He’s at peace and has
finally got a message to share with the world. He’s content that his world is
finally making sense.
Right now a Buddhist meditates in a temple,
smelling the incense, listening to the deep chimes and chanted prayers. He feels
that greater enlightenment is very near. He’s content that his world is finally
making sense.
Right now a withered old man sits on a stool in a cool,
dark bar in the middle of a bright day. He thinks of all he has seen and heard
in this world. He empties his glass and wipes his mouth on his cuff. He turns
to an older woman with bright pink lipstick who is smoking a cigarette on the
stool next to him. “Remember when we were young and thought everything in this
world made sense?” They laugh long and he orders another round for
the both of them.
Right now, a man has been let go after twenty
years at the factory.
Right now, a young woman has been promoted to head
of marketing.
Right now, a child has been told he has to go to
summer school or repeat the fourth grade.
Right now, a single mother finds out she won a
full scholarship to a community college.
Right now, the administrative assistant is told that wages are
frozen at this time.
Right now people are looking for hope to carry on.
Right now people are looking for something to put
their faith in.
Right now people are looking for someone to love
them no matter what.
Right now, these three remain—but the greatest of these is love.
Right now, choose love.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tip o' the hat to Jack Kerouac's American Haikus
Laying on my side,
I stroke the ear of my purring cat.
Almost a haiku.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Happy Birthday William Carlos Williams
Today is the birthday of poet William Carlos Williams (1883-1963). He was a pediatrician at a hospital in New Jersey and a poet. I first read about him in Garrison Keillor's awesome book, Good Poems, and also encountered him in a lovely little Dover Book called 101 Great American Poems that was compiled by the American Poetry and Literacy Project. His style is very unique and reminds me of the "American Haikus" of Jack Kerouac. Here are 2 of his poems that I really like:
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
In Garrison Keillor's book Good Poems there is also a response to this previous poem
from a writer named Erica-Lynn Gambino.
This is Just to Say
(for William Carlos Williams)
I have just
asked you to
get out of my
apartment
even though
you never
thought
I would
Forgive me
you were
driving
me insane
The Red Wheelbarrow
So much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
In Garrison Keillor's book Good Poems there is also a response to this previous poem
from a writer named Erica-Lynn Gambino.
This is Just to Say
(for William Carlos Williams)
I have just
asked you to
get out of my
apartment
even though
you never
thought
I would
Forgive me
you were
driving
me insane
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Sign of a Good Writer
The sign of a good writer is not always
that he can tell you something you did not
Know. I think that a good writer is one
That can tell you something you always knew
but were never able to put into words.
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