Game seven, bottom of the ninth, score tied, two outs, bases loaded… “Ditto” Pedroia steps to the plate… here’s the pitch…
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“Alex takes her friends to the street” (III)
What are you doing? said Pablo. I’m hitting some grounders, said Bonny, Ditto wants to become the next Dustin Pedroia.
No, said Bonny, I didn’t know Dustin Pedroia won the gold glove at secondbase last year. Really? Twenty-one homeruns and twenty-six stolen bases? And ninety-one RBI’s? That’s a lot for a secondbaseman. No, I don’t think you’re taller than he is.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XX)
And they gathered and said,
“Speak to us of Jacques Derrida.”
And Blurtso replied:
“A koan is an utterance that is devoid of logic.”
“Blurtso longs for Kristi” (IV)
I can still remember, said Blurtso, the last time I saw her…
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XIX)
And they gathered and said, “Speak to us of technology.”
And Blurtso replied:
“What does it serve us to become tools of our tools?”
“Blurtso wonders what it’s like”
I suppose, thought Blurtso, this is what it’s like to become one with nature… I suppose this is what it’s like… to remember you are one with nature… I suppose this is what it’s like… not to think about what it’s like.
“Blurtso teaches creative visualization” (I)
As you circle from side to side, said Blurtso, imagine your arms are a banner attached to a flag pole, a banner waving in a warm breeze, a banner on top of a pumpkin pie factory, announcing a pumpkin pie sale…
“Starry starry night”
“Bonny and Pablo hit the hay” (V)
It’s raining on the roof, thought Pablo. The last snow is melting and the earth is beginning to open. Soon the breeze will be warm and the smells will be sweet. It was a long winter, but the cabin was cozy with Bonny and Ditto and a cellar of food. And the crackling fire. What a pleasant place to be, on the edge of spring in the rain, in the warmth of our cabin.
“Blurtso sees a shooting star”
I guess she was just a comet that passed,
leaving a trail of unreachable stars.