Tuesday, January 25, 2011

9 miles out 9 miles back

A story from the distant east says a crocodile shall weigh our soul against a feather when we die. I remember being hard up for cash in Austin Texas and signing up for drug tests and making 100$ dollars a day. You had to have a clean liver to get in. One trick to get your liver count down was to eat Brussels Sprouts. I can imagine a story about a group of young men conjured from the dead by a Joy Division song to do the bidding of Polish goth teenagers. Only when it came time to send them back through the gates, the young men trick the crockadile with shallot weeds...? Ian Elder posted a Joy Division song this morning. A young white man from the mountains of North Carolina named Sawyer philosophized with me as we walked through through Lincolnville, a predominately black neighborhood in Florida. He talked about hiking in the woods, and if you hike nine miles out you have to hike nine miles back. This makes me think of paying for your actions. That life is very cause and effect. That there is no non -effect
THERE IS A PERIOD WHEN IT IS CLEAR THAT YOU HAVE GONE WRONG BUT YOU CONTINUE. SOMETIMES THERE IS A LUXURIOUS AMOUNT OF TIME BEFORE ANYTHING BAD HAPPENS-Jenny Holzer These are great tropes for stories.

1 comment:

beth said...

"How people treat you is their karma. How you react is yours." -Wayne Dyer

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