28 January, 2005
block of wood had successfully assured himself that he had not been left out on purpose. he sat — lights on, lights off — at the table. lights or lice, he said, who cares. the itch still would not go.
better times are underway, scratch wood.
entry sponge. i am going to talk to this block of wood now, he says, it is not that hard to talk to a block of wood. easier than many of you might think.
oh yes, said sponge and did not further specify the meaning of his words.
there is none, said block of wood.
what, said sponge.
meaning, said block of wood, in your words.
oh yes, said sponge, no, none, but i’m hoping to get away with it.
i see, said block of wood, tea anyone?
don’t even think of making this a chorus, said sponge.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
the plight of wood
- kindness of strangers
- some lives are worse than others but the stories are all the same
- anything is good for something in the end
- we don’t like days and are at odds with nights
- inflate or deflate or put on another show
- egg and a query
- come to mention it a melody sounds like the other
- a legend is born
- somewhere would be something else now
- the trail of art