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My Main Bag

Today I received a package in the mail. When I opened it I found 
a bag that was about 10 inches around and 16 inches long. It had a 
drawstring closure at one end and the string was tied with a 
thief's knot.
I immediately started to work the knot loose to see if anything was 
inside. As I opened the top of the bag a small white tag that was 
sewn into the seam of the bag's mouth became visible. The tag read: 
                 "Always Expect A Cat"
      "Do not remove this tag under penalty of law"

Amphigory Schmamphigory; Twiddle This Metaphore!!

Vocabulary, metaphor, rhyme and rhythm  conspiring as an exercise for R.A.S. development work wonders for the spirit as well as the mind. Poetry, prose and simple verbal discourse all can provide opportunity for R.A.S. feeding by looking for chances to deploy new word patterns, higher minded vocabulary, interestingly unique metaphore, rhyme and rhythms.

Many poets use amphigory as an exercise to reinforce their poetic resources and style. Amphigory is usually poetry that has well formed metaphors, perfect rhyme and meter and is utterly meaningless.

E.G. 

A flat-bottomed horse awash in a sea of despair
A freshly-feathered artichoke leaps into the air
The moon like a giant doughnut falls to the shape of a hook
And all the pigs in swaddling stood in the night air and shook.

Say “good night” Jerry! 

Pensee – Marketing & The Language of Influence

Observe here the value (by feeling the effect) of putting words/concepts together that produce unusual perceptual contrasts. The first here is the equivalent of the youth in the white toga riding on the fierce battle chariot through the city of Rome. He was placed there Beside the Roman general responsible for the latest Roman victory. As they charge down the streets of Rome to the tumultuous cheering of the throng, the boy’s job is to stay on the charging chariot and repeat so the general can hear: “General, victory is a fleeting thing!”

 

Long ago I developed this little vignette to clarify my fundamental view of “faith” and its metaphorical value.

 

Picture two men standing at the edge of an extremely high cliff overlooking a vast jumble of rocks below. Now one of these men fervently believes that he can fly. The other, with absolute certainty, knows that he cannot. Standing there at the edge there is no difference between them physically, mentally or emotionally due to their different beliefs. However, give them both a shove over the edge and one of them will have a much better trip than the other!

 

Having a fundamental anchor in a consistent, organized  life philosophy will give you the necessary focus to help you find your way through difficult times.  “Just hold this feather in your trunk, Dumbo, and you can fly!”.

 

Then there is the comment made after an important race to a group of partisan supporters: “Our guy came in an HEROIC second place while our archrival came in a dismal next to last!”

 

 Note: It was a two man race!

 

Once, long, long ago, my very young daughter awoke crying in the midst of a nightmare. I hurried to her room and took her in my arms. As she calmed down I asked her what had happened. She pointed vaguely to the wall beside her bed and said simply: “A Monster!”. I got onto the bed and crawled to the wall and asked: “Right here?” She nodded vigorously. I started patting and gently rubbing the wall, motioned for her to come to me and suggested

that she give the monster under my hand a hug and maybe a kiss. She looked at my with that “are you out of your loving mind look?”. I said: “If a monster comes to visit wouldn’t it be a better thing to become his friend? Maybe then he wouldn’t want to scare you any more.” She did. Monster nightmares didn’t happen after that.

 

Hug your monsters. Running from them in fear doesn’t make for a good or reasonable life!

 

Expressing things in a different way, carefully thought out makes all the difference. EG.

A fellow asked his minister if it would be okay to smoke in church. The Minister was horrified at the mere suggestion and rebuked him for his foolishness. When the fellow told his friend about the event his friend told him that he had asked the wrong question. He should have asked the Minister if it would be okay if he prayed while he was smoking!

If You Think About It…

You ride your horse around the plains. You come upon a stand of oak trees. You ride to them to see what they hold. EDGES!

 

You are on the water. Sailing the wide blue ocean. Flat for miles with the endless undulation of the rolling sea. A sudden fresh breeze perks up. You adjust your sails. You man the tiller, ready for what’s next! EDGES!!

 

Work-a-day world. You sit at you desk and go over the morning production reports. You check the Wall Street Journal for stock information on your personal portfolio.  You read the Quality Assurance reports on last week’s  shipments.  Your  top supervisor of production drops by your office and hands you his resignation letter! EDGES!

 

Life’s interest is at the EDGES! Where this turns to that. Where straight turns to zig. Where calm turns to panic. Where the heel meets the dirt!!

Edgewise

 

As now there is no wind, no gust, no squall, nor zephyrs artful touch

in me there waits no mood, no fit, no outburst, nor  insolent  sway

Mountain without peak

ocean without wave

caterpillar without creep

day not following day

with youthful alacrity I stride into the rest of my forever

                missing little

                                          wondering much.

TOCK!

 

Now there’s a cadence to her life

That gives that sentient clock its tick

The surge and pulse in rhythmic strife

That measures out forever’s wick

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