Slow Start

I'm having a much harder time getting myself started than I thought. I usually stuff everything under the bed until I'm ready to deal with it. This has the end result of my mattress being a major fire hazard and I'll never be a Princess disturbed by a Pea. Or even a bushel of peas.

But now that I have to do it on this blog, what the heck am I supposed to be doing? Do I hammer it out in my post? Do I abuse it and myself off line and then post the next incarnation? It's really making me cranky. I should have dawdled until after someone else finished!

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I'm going to spend this post messing around. This is what I usually do after a fish a piece of paper out from the springs. It's kind of like playing Rummikub, or fiddling with an abacus. I don't know that it's useful, but it's how I start playing with what might become a poem.

I'm going to whack on Day 24.

so i'm watching friends and phoebe says
she doesn't believe in gravity. i like
that. buoyant but not bright
it falls in its own well.
i want to convert
and baptize myself in zero gee
stringing along my mass, i've birthed stars
in nebulae dancing. it may be pointless but
i'd have to say that in all my worlds
there is no sense of ross.

This is a little culturally obscure. Friends was on the air a long time ago, and just because I remember this episode doesn't mean everyone's going to remember it. So I want to try the blathering version.

so ross is angry and yells
not believing in evolution is like not believing
in gravity. phoebe sez don't get me started on that.
i can't help wanting to join this new
religion. cuz while phoebe flounces
and her hair waves weightless
ross watches gobsmacked in disbelief
pointed at everything he stands for

i don't not wanna believe in darwin but
he was such a drag with his beagle and
fossils get so heavy no matter how you
weigh it. i wanna convert
and baptize myself in zero gee
where even hard evidence spins
without falling. somehow looking up
becomes sideways with nebulae under foot

worshiping newton never did me
any good and look where it got
the people in pisa. but i guess if
i am honest with my self i don't
believe in space either, only the need
for an irregular orbit in the face
of other's certainty

Strange how you can write down a crystallized feeling and not have a clue what you were talking about later. This concept is more defined. But stupid person as I am, I'm not fond of defined things. This version has almost no layered meaning, and has lost all of the word play. I'm easily amused with a low sense of humor, so saying out loud, "in zero gee string(ing)" makes me happy. Also "my massi've birthed stars." I'll try again tomorrow.