When we said today, yesterday

9/9/2024 we meant today, not tomorrow, it's become UNFINISHED THINGS

LEAVES MOVE

Mister Horse
Ron Padgett
Issue 39, Fall 1966

Mmmm
I get up and am seized by the present
Whose presence is
As a roof fits on a house whose car in the garage
Backs out
And in the back seat
Childhood is normal but the scaffolding thrown up around
The road is built with an insane logic
Which is at once its interest and its uselessness
Save as torment

Not an example is a loose nail here
One I caught my sleeve on
But I’ve moved
Up to the floor all in blue
And the décor is stunning in its vacuity
As if the air were suddenly sucked out
By a passing machine
The one we ride and operate
With our hands and feet ...

Heading to PORTUGAL today — Is it too late to learn Portuguese? — NOT ISOMORPHIC

WE FOUND THE UNCOMPLETED POST AS IS — WITH A FRAGMENT OF UNCOMPLETED POETRY AS BELOW

A Familiar (RE)Turn
Con/Jur/d, 9/9/2024

When we said today yesterday
we meant today, not tomorrow

and so it is when words lose
some sheen, turns outside in
you step behind them, into
the silence right here, while
the chatter excuses itself
goes next door, and all stories
become the ONE STORY

yesterday, for us, “Mister Horse”
by Ron Padgett, as THE PARIS
REVIEW delivered via 
bits and bites, thru

CIRCUITS OF CONTROL

(re)placing culture
socialization/normative
CAPITAL even digression
monetized -- IN THE NEXT
ROOM:

BATHED IN THE BLISS
here in the quiet, the poem
we wrote, with the title A
Familiar Turn, seem to be
peering through the same 
window -- although, Padgett’s
HORSE, is a bicycle for us

O, you say, we don’t see it
and indeed, when we find our

way,

back into consequence,
it turns out we forgot to 
mention the bicycle, found
in the garage mimicking 
our parents home, by

FEEL, not in form, which
is how we ended up here 
again, let’s see if an example
will help:

“And in the back seat
Childhood is normal but the scaffolding thrown up around
The road is built with an insane logic
Which is at once its interest and its uselessness”
‘Mister Horse,’ Ron Padgett

you can see it, can’t you?

the way the handlebars twist
the been there before miracle
of staying upright, the move
of air and pressure on sole
and toe as you pull away from
home and childhood
 
the familiar return to the
wayless unknown.

KIDZ! — WE’VE EXPLAINED BEFORE — THIS USAGE ‘KIDZ’ DESCRIBES A STATE OF BEING — NOT AN AGE

AS ABOVE — WE WALKED AWAY FROM THIS POST BECAUSE WE THOUGHT THE TONE WAS CLUTTERED AND OBFUSCATING

THE PSYCHIC VAMPIRE ALSO REACHED OUT AS I WAS STRUGGLING TO COMPLETE THIS POST — HIS TOXICITY KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES — SOMEDAY — WE’LL LEARN NOT TO INVITE THEM IN

NOW THIS POST WILL NEVER BE COMPLETED — MOVING ON TO THE NEXT HIGH ADVENTURE

A FRIEND SENT ALONG THE PERFECT SONG AT THE PERFECT TIME:

Sorry — we meant to say more

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 9/12/2024