The Blurtso™ Chronicles

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XIV)

Alan Davison — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 09:44:00 GMT

"You are you"

Words are words,

and you are you.

Words are words,

and you are you.

Words are words,

and you are you.

Words are words,

and you, are you.

“Blurtso considers the loss of excess”

Alan Davison — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 08:49:00 GMT

Additional information

is not always an addition.

“Blurtso determines his own course”

Alan Davison — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 08:49:00 GMT

It’s very quiet, thought Blurtso, it must be snowing. I wonder how far a snowflake can fall? I wonder if it changes along the way? I wonder if it starts big and gets smaller, or starts small and gets bigger? I wonder if it thinks it has control over where it’s going, or if it knows it’s directed by gravity and wind? Maybe gravity and wind are part of a snowflake, and it does control where it’s going. And the things that create gravity and wind are also part of it. And a snowflake actually determines the course of time and space.

“The hope it is”

Alan Davison — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 08:05:00 GMT

“The hope it is”

Here I go falling like I’ve fallen before,

doing things I promised I wouldn’t do anymore,

offering you my home and my heart,

not knowing if I should stop or start.

But tell me one thing before I go on,

before I write another mistaken love song,

have I finally found all that I’ve missed,

or is this nothing but the hope it is?

When we walk together I try not to crowd you,

but when I take a step back you say there’s room for two.

I can’t guess the meaning of what you won’t say,

if you don’t want me to leave, you must want me to stay.

Is this a love I can hold and kiss,

or is this nothing but the hope it is?

I kiss your cheek and hold your hand,

and wonder if I am mistaken again.

Do the feelings I feel really exist,

or is this nothing but the hope it is?

Is this a seed that is going to grow?

Tell me just once so I will know.

Can I believe any of this

is more than the hope it is?

(listen to: thehopeitismp3)

“Blurtso believes everything he reads”

Alan Davison — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 09:12:00 GMT

I read somewhere you can’t believe

everything you read.

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XIII)

Alan Davison — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 08:43:00 GMT

“A song”

I know you are threadbare and worn

with the weary strike of iron

ringing the notes in your name,

and even the tireless minstrel

is tired of his own insistence

on solitude’s graceless strain.

Yet it had been enough,

and the mournful sounds a song,

had we but moved without motion

in motion through the dawn.

“Blurtso experiences a moment”

Alan Davison — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 08:02:00 GMT

One way to experience a moment completely

is to try as hard as you can

to experience a moment completely,

until you completely experience complete frustration.

“Blurtso and Alex do brunch” (VI)

Alan Davison — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 09:47:00 GMT

How is your “Nature or Nurture” class? said Alex. It’s very interesting, said Blurtso, did you know Konrad Lorenz convinced a family of ducklings he was their mother? Yes, said Alex, I read about that. Maybe, said Blurtso, I should major in Behavioral Science.

“Somewhere a dog barked”

Alan Davison — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 09:02:00 GMT

They say dogs bark when they see a spirit, thought Blurtso, and they can sense when a person has died. But I’ve never seen a spirit even when I was standing by a barking dog. I wonder what else I'm missing?

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XII)

Alan Davison — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 08:12:00 GMT

“Too many words”

Oh Lizzy!

Too many words

and too much motion

to describe the branch’s sway

and the afternoon of your eyes!

Buzz, hum, and flutter are slower words.

City whisper heard from the hills,

and voices’ splash crossing the canyon.

Seep in, stillness,

settle the swell of the sea!

Too many words

and too much motion

to feel the feel of the earth,

its grass beneath the hooves,

and its spray upon the cheek.

With so little wisdom,

with circles and struggles and haste,

how can I hope to catch the ripple

of your breath on the glass of my soul?

“Blurtso becomes an Axolotl”

Alan Davison — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 09:51:00 GMT

I read the strangest story in my in my English class, said Harlan. What was it about? said Blurtso. It was about an aquarium of axolotls, said Harlan. What’s an axolotl? said Blurtso. An axolotl is an ancient, tadpole-like creature. What happened in the story? said Blurtso. Nothing, said Harlan, the axolotls just sat around on the bottom of the aquarium looking through the glass. What a great story, said Blurtso.

………………………………………………

“Blurtso hears a whisper” (V)

Alan Davison — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 08:00:00 GMT

Harlan? said Blurso. Yes? said Harlan. Why are elephants afraid of mice? We’re not afraid, said Harlan, we just don’t like to step on them. Oh, said Blurtso. There’s nothing that breaks an elephant’s heart, said Harlan, like stepping on a mouse. Elephants are very sensitive, said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan.

“Blurtso hears a whisper” (IV)

Alan Davison — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 08:54:00 GMT

Harlan? said Blurtso. Yes? said Harlan. I just had the strangest dream. What was it? said Harlan. I dreamed, said Blurtso, that I was a snake and everyone hated me. That’s sad, said Harlan. Yes, said Blurtso. Maybe we should let our snakes know we don’t hate them, said Harlan. Yes, said Blurtso, do we have any extra pumpkin pie?

Harlan? said Blurtso. Yes? said Harlan. Can you hear that? said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan, the snakes are eating the pie. Oh no! said Blurtso. What? said Harlan. I forgot the whipped cream!

It doesn’t sound like they’re eating very much, said Blurtso. No, said Harlan, maybe they don’t like pumpkin pie. That’s impossible, said Blurtso. Maybe it's not a snake, said Harlan. Maybe not, said Blurtso. I wonder what it is? said Harlan. Maybe it’s a mouse, said Blurtso. A mouse?! said Harlan.

“Blurtso looks at the snow” (XXXVII)

Alan Davison — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 08:23:00 GMT

Hmm, thought Blurtso, that was quite a week. First I was no one, then I set a record, then I was famous, then I was banned, then
I was no one... all because I slid down a hill on a couple of sticks.
I sure am glad insanity is fleeting.

“Blurtso gets his life back”

Alan Davison — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 09:21:00 GMT

Where are the reporters, said Alex, and the paparazzi? They’re gone, said Blurtso. Why? said Alex. Because the Olympic Committee disqualified my jump. Why? said Alex. Because I jumped on four hooves, said Blurtso, and they said the binding attaching my front hooves to the skis made it easier to keep my tips up, which gave me greater lift, and resulted in the world record. And I was also disqualified because I’m a donkey. Well, said Alex, don’t feel too bad, the Olympic Committee has never allowed women to ski jump in the Olympics. What?! said Blurtso. Yes, said Alex, but they’re going to let them in for the first time in 2014. Why weren't they allowed before? said Blurtso. Shameless discrimination, said Alex. Do you think they’ll ever let donkeys jump? said Blurtso. No, said Alex, but if they do, the story of your record will be a great inspiration. Really? said Blurtso. Sure, said Alex, you're a pioneer. Wow, said Blurtso, like Babe the blue ox!

“Blurtso sets a world record”

Alan Davison — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 08:20:00 GMT

Blurtso? said Alex. Hmm? said Blurtso. Why are you hiding? Because of the people, said Blurtso. The TV trucks? said Alex, and reporters and paparazzi and helicopters? Yes, said Blurtso. Why are they here? said Alex. I competed in my first meet today, said Blurtso. And? said Alex. And I jumped 276 meters, said Blurtso. So? said Alex. It was a new world record. Oh, said Alex.

“Bonny and Ditto share some quality time” (XXI)

Alan Davison — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 09:20:00 GMT

No, said Bonny, the stream never flows back.

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XI)

Alan Davison — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 08:42:00 GMT

“It is early"

Of course, it is early.

You will hear other voices

sing other songs.

You will choose one.

You will come to know

the depth of the shadows

in the grasses.

You will see friends

grow and wither,

and dreams and sorrows

slip away.

Will you forget these songs?

Will they vanish in the beauty

with which they cannot compete,

the white mountain, the red rose,

the resolute eyes of a lover?

Or will they remain,

and remind you of the glow

your eyes had once,

and the magic they inspired

in the heart of another?

“Blurtso sticks his landing”

Alan Davison — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:55:00 GMT

Spring with the knees… weight forward… over the skis…

246.3 meters! cried the coach.
Eight inches short of a world record!

“Blurtso and Alex do brunch” (III)

Alan Davison — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:36:00 GMT

Harlan said you went skiing, said Alex. Yes, said Blurtso, and the strangest thing happened. What? said Alex. I was invited to join the ski team. Really? said Alex. In what event? The ski jump, said Blurtso, my first practice is today.

What?!

The Blurtso&#x2122; Chronicles

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XIV)

“Blurtso considers the loss of excess”

“Blurtso determines his own course”

“The hope it is”

“Blurtso believes everything he reads”

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XIII)

“Blurtso experiences a moment”

“Blurtso and Alex do brunch” (VI)

“Somewhere a dog barked”

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XII)

“Blurtso becomes an Axolotl”

“Blurtso hears a whisper” (V)

“Blurtso hears a whisper” (IV)

“Blurtso looks at the snow” (XXXVII)

“Blurtso gets his life back”

“Blurtso sets a world record”

“Bonny and Ditto share some quality time” (XXI)

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XI)

“Blurtso sticks his landing”

“Blurtso and Alex do brunch” (III)

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