The pattern persists,
while the parts come and go.
Category: Philosophy
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XIII)
And they gathered before him and said, “Free us.”
And Blurtso replied, “You are free.”
And they remained where they were, freely.
“Blurtso considers corporate America”
mayhem \’mā-hem\ noun.
(Anglo-French from Old French maynier: to maim)
“willful and permanent crippling, mutilation, or disfigurement
of any part of the body; needless or willful damage.”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XII)
And they gathered before him and said, “Show us.”
And Blurtso replied, “The show is over.”
And they nodded, and went their way.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XI)
And they gathered and said, “Teach us.”
And Blurtso replied,
“One who learns under another’s teaching
to rise above another’s teaching
is another’s true teacher.”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (X)
How’s the Co-op working out in the house? said Alex. Just fine, said Blurtso, except that they think I’m some sort of guru.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (IX)
Is Blurtso still pining for Lizzy? Actually, said Pablo, he’s doing much better since he converted the house into an animal shelter.
Circle from side to side, said Blurtso, shifting your weight from hoof to hoof… left hoof full, right hoof empty, right hoof full, left hoof empty…
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (VIII)
With all this snow, said Blurtso, I don’t think I’m getting enough exercise. Maybe you should do some tai chi, said Harlan. Could you teach me? said Blurtso. Sure, said Harlan.
We’ll begin with a simple circling exercise, said Harlan.
A little less like an airplane propeller, said Harlan, more slowly, and more side to side.
“Blurtso lets go of a dream”
“Blurtso loses track” (IV)
I’ve opened and closed the latch on this barn door every day for three years, said Blurtso, and I can’t remember what it looks like… I couldn’t begin to describe it, or describe a thousand other things I’ve used again and again and again. Yes, said Harlan, that’s the way it is, we stumble blindly along, and then one day we’re gone and only the forgotten things remain.