and sometimes we fail

1/6/2024 and must return to practice

I have such music to share — was distracted

Practice Like The Enemy Is At your door (they are)
“ Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove's difference and the universe can be on into a whole 'nother song.” ― Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice

Con/Jur/d, 1/6/2024

Today the poetry eluded us
hidden by the fuzz, the veil
of all those trauma bullies
who want us to be like them
denying the worth of life 
embracing the truth in lies
pleasure in their particular
and specific displaced pain

There is no veil, she said
telling the story of a teacher
grabbing, shaking, trying

to knock 
her free

She would repeat the lesson
without the bullying, saying 

There is no veil, no fuzz
repeating, be practical
repeating, just this

It’s easier than this

Change your haircut
change your life as 
The Prophet said, or
change the music
and the fuzz, the veil

Become an entirely new
Universe, 
                 a new you

We’d like to bring this to a close
to create an ending, which appeals
to us, lies to and comforts us
                                                    Says,
the you and we who started this
are the same as the us who finished
this - we can’t - we won’t - back to

Practice.

Sometimes

Everything feels awkward

and wrong — music can help

The above Grateful Dead piece above is from Erik Davis’s marvelous Substack Burning Shore

Yesterday — I spilled water on the floor — took 2 pictures and then forgot to clean it up

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 1/6/2024