2.0 Phosphorescent Light Organ Solo
One league deeper we descend into the pulpy abyss of my imagination. Reexamining my fact-finding tour of the universe, I judge the proceedings with such words as derivative, self-righteous, pretentious, clever and coo-coo. I have edited accordingly.
01. purrowed brow – a permanently furrowed brow.
02. suicide – “He showed himself out.”
03. Daphne always seems so disinterested with all the ghost hunting.
04. Prediction: Within the next two years a Sasquatch will be discovered. Within the 10 years following that, it will be no stranger to us than the gorilla.
05. “I was ahead of my own time.”
06. Paleontologist’s T-shirt: I Dig Dinosaur Bones.
07. “She got the sadness”: said to a dour-faced woman.
08. Interrupting your transmission: a modern rephrasing of “begging your pardon.”
09. Places Where I Can’t Remember I’ve Been
10. Was genetics a joke word at first, like from a pulp sci-fi mag?
11. An aardvark coming down the basement stairs.
12. Wouldn’t it be great finding a time capsule?
13. Sometimes the words cannot support the weight of the image.
14. Opening a lobster with a rubber wrench.
15. There’s no million in Atari.
16. Snow White or Cinderella?
17. The Age of Milton Bradley
18. Our ears adjust to the silence.
19. Rosemary had a devilled egg.
20. I bring a bottle of water to every party because Jesus is coming, Jesus is coming!
That’s the second twenty. Or 2.1 – 2.20, for those who are contemporary. The big truths are in the small places. And sometimes they’re right in front of you, or behind you in a box assigned to the nostalgic archives. I like to hope that the lost good ideas have a pinch of baking soda inside each of them so that they will eventually resurface as the light of a darker day.
Gathered November 6, 2000
cp2005 The Lantern Fishworks
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