Posts Tagged Time
I Can’t Find Myself
I fall in
to bleak
crevices where
my skin
flows and carves at my
insides, and I ask
myself, Who are you,
old man,
to blister away
time like
hot dogs in
a 7-eleven? or
like humans on a
turquoise lake?
Before, Then After Dali
Persistence
needed for calm survival,
maddening
dreams haunting
our false loves, clean peace, and death
steals our new purpose.
.
The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali, 1931.
Adjusting the Schedule 100
Posted by Carl in Essays, Fiction, Finding Purpose on June 5, 2011
Adjust the schedule. I wake up earlier than anyone and still don’t get to work on time. Good air conditioning, Claude. I’m compulsively against mornings, but I hate exercising in the evenings so it has to be the mornings. Should ban myself from the computer, from the books, just get up, walk briskly, meditate, hop in the shower, and then if there is time, go read a bit. Schedule the big shit first and all of the little shit falls in. We are hopelessly overwhelmed with information. In my job for sure, but in my spare time, so big shit first.