What is it? said Virginia. It’s a pencil, said Ditto. A pencil? Yes, said Ditto. Who does it belong to? said Virginia. I don’t know, said Ditto, we’d better take it to town and ask around.
Tag: humor
“Morton’s Pond” (XI)
“Sights” – More clouds. Cloud. Covering the lake…
stealing the blue from the water.
“A Blurtso runs through it”
And as you circle from side to side, said Blurtso, feel that a river runs through you… that the tension in your muscles and bones are branches that dangle in the stream, lifting the water in silver spray… and you are the river… and branches, and spray, and grooves of the surface, and hidden currents beneath…
“Frank visits Concord” (IV)
Is that your iPhone ringing? said Ditto.
No, said Virginia, I don’t have an iPhone.
“Morton’s Pond” (IX)
“Tastes” – The grass that grows around last year’s leaves. The flowers. Today I ate a white flower that tasted like the yellow one I ate yesterday. Sometimes different flowers taste the same and sometimes they don’t. Sight and taste are not always connected.
“Blurtso has a perfect day”
Occasionally, I free my mind to the day.
I feel the sounds, the colors, the breeze.
And I remember this day, which is every day, a lifetime.
“Blurtso finds a cave”
Hey, what’s this?
I wonder where it leads?
Maybe it leads to the center of the earth…
…and maybe I’ll learn something I could never learn
in the light of day, something without words
and without appearance….
something… that embraces and erases…
… me
“Blurtso tries to help”
A metal saw? I could bake one in a pumpkin pie…
“Blurtso considers the end of an empire”
Maybe this is what killed the Egyptians.
“Blurtso sees a sign”
