Tuesday, December 29, 2015

If I Might

Perhaps I'd break your heart;
Anne found the photograph today
of Susan's house, before it fell
to redevelopment.

A little house, no doubt worn --
a porch with flowerpots
and wind chimes.

There is also
a photo
of Susan
and I might take you one
of Susan in her new homeless life

but if it didn't break your heart
I'd have to hate you.

Monday, October 06, 2014

Because.

The reason that people "don't see x" is that they're seeing 'y'.

They "just don't think" whatever it is we think they ought to be thinking; they "don't even think about" whatever aspect of things we consider most urgent, obvious, and clearly illuminating -- because they're too busy thinking something else about other things entirely.

Your ideas, even my ideas, could be wonderfully helpful to a great many people.

They don't want them. They have theirs.

And look how well we're all doing!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

A Realization

I don't want no more
Facebook friends;

I've done enough
Show and Tell.

If you want to talk
I'd like to listen

but if you'd rather just
dress me up in doll clothes
I'm not looking
for some puppet show to join.

I'm not talking
just to say how hard
I tried. Go away.

Friends find themselves.
Nothing closes them.

Friday, June 06, 2014

temporary link...

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/7caeqrgt1inp7su/AACubgml87HN_ZVFgkosR7uZa?n=246027486

[This is not a post, but a note to myself on another confuser..]

Okay, if you really want to know... I've been given the Edsel of Android tablets and can't get an app store to recognize it. I can, however, write my own limited apps & copy them to a place I can download them from, and it's working, yay!

[The dropbox site in question is normally for my musical efforts, so my app attempts will be removed as soon as I pick them up, unless & until I get something worth passing along.]

Thursday, March 20, 2014

An Old Poem [revised]

I want to go home to America;
they taught me about it in school.

We were a rich country,
generous, compassionate --
brave champions of everyone's rights and needs.

Everyone welcomed our soldiers,
and we, in our turn, welcomed foreigners
who came here for Freedom and garbage disposals.

The young were the hope of the future
and everybody wanted us to learn.

So I learned, and came to realize
I yearned to return to that fantasy.
I've missed it so!

Forrest Curo
[revised (c)2014, permission granted for free noncommercial use, as written, with attribution.]

Thursday, December 26, 2013

That Rapture Notion...

This isn't a world for staying
if you've got a heart to break.

If you look forward to 'the Rapture'
you simply aren't going.

So brace yourself,
don't worry;
God is kinder and wiser
and so were many people
we've been losing lately.

About the Exam; it isn't one but
you should study the material in
that Sermon on the Mount;
work all the problems you find
and you'll be fit to die if you must.

Monday, December 02, 2013

God's Self-Disclosure Through Rebecca Trotter

My never-met beloved friend Rebecca Trotter keeps writing well about her life, producing a sort of modern, ongoing Book of Job. Poverty, kids, difficult husband, difficult self, friends & relatives eager to explain what she's been doing all wrong... In her latest piece she looks to be on to something.

The gist: It doesn't matter what she prays, does, says, thinks, believes, feels -- in that God will simply give her what she needs, whether that happens to be bliss, peace, agony, mental anguish, or indigestion. Well, yeah. & no.

In one sense, we wouldn't want it any other way. If we could control God by sacrificing one candy bar in the toaster-oven every full moon, we might really get out of hand. It's a relief to have a fuse between our wishes & what we get, because without one we'd be in serious trouble. At best, we'd be wording our prayers as carefully as contracts with the Devil, lying awake all night wondering what should/shouldn't have gone into the fine print.

In another sense, no! We want to count for something, have power to affect the world somehow, to help and please our friends. We want a handle on our fate, even if that handle is fated to fall off at an inconvenient time. We want the world predictable and controllable to some extent; to be a world and not just a chaos -- not even a benevolent, nurturing chaos. God has accommodated that need as well, putting in all sorts of regularities, tricks we can learn, etc.

Dependable machines are good for what they do; but that's not exactly what we want in our friends. 'Undependable'? Uh, not that either. Do we want God to be the sort of Parent we can push around or manipulate? Do we want God to be inflexible, implacable, a rock we can always count on to be painfully resting on our feet?

It's those thinking minds that make this difficult, trying to fix things-as-it-is [Suzuki's term] with a definition through its little thorax like a butterfly in a case. Life becomes livable only because it's stretched between a complete set of paradoxes.

And God? Utterly dependable, as the Bible says. Predictable, controllable, no. Not even controllable by our ideas of God's job description. If you need Him, He will show up in a funny hat and pull your nose. And everything will be all right!