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Recipe for Good Momentum in September of This Year
Sleep plenty. Start before 2
most nights. Hydrate. Eat
often, and take lots of time
with plan, and gather, and
prep. And, as you & she would
aim: more than one thing.
Willy-nilly. Avaunt! Heigh-ho.
Don't worry about money. It's o.k.;
smart enough, for now---fret not.
See every movie you might like,
and breakfast with any who will.
Take walks. Spend hours with
the dying leaves. Get a little
chilly and go inside to warm up.
Remember the bathtub. Love Chet
well (that may leave thee ere long).
Try the steering fluid. Sell the
Jeep. You can do it. It can end its
motoring days with another. Just
take out the sentimental rocks.
Finally: don't even try not to
think of that one, but practice
giving up wishes. They're right,
Polly's Buddhists, though you're
not altogether with them. Now go on
and sing songs to yourself, and ponder
inertia, cuz it applies to motion, too.
Mix well, until firm. Serves one.
Enjoy.
Of course this comes out with thoughts of that little Larry Ferlinghetti that fits so well on a postcard, the list recipe poem I used to do variations of in my head (as Denise used to write her own personalized "My Favorite Things" now & then):
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand café in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
--Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Is that a great poem, or what? Of course the lover-of-you is great, but so are the strong coffee and the very small cups. And the bisexuality, and the un-"looks"ist-ness. And the way the last line, like "Serves six. Enjoy!" (all my mother's recipes seemed to end with "Enjoy"), is almost implicitly a conclusion/product of the cooking, as well as a step/ingredient.
Okay, I just went up and tacked on that last two lines in mine. Though the recipeness of the title is kinda oblique/afterthought by then. Yeah, I think they should be cut. Do you?
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(Thanks for the cantaloupe, BAM. And for the cantaloupe thought.)
most nights. Hydrate. Eat
often, and take lots of time
with plan, and gather, and
prep. And, as you & she would
aim: more than one thing.
Willy-nilly. Avaunt! Heigh-ho.
Don't worry about money. It's o.k.;
smart enough, for now---fret not.
See every movie you might like,
and breakfast with any who will.
Take walks. Spend hours with
the dying leaves. Get a little
chilly and go inside to warm up.
Remember the bathtub. Love Chet
well (that may leave thee ere long).
Try the steering fluid. Sell the
Jeep. You can do it. It can end its
motoring days with another. Just
take out the sentimental rocks.
Finally: don't even try not to
think of that one, but practice
giving up wishes. They're right,
Polly's Buddhists, though you're
not altogether with them. Now go on
and sing songs to yourself, and ponder
inertia, cuz it applies to motion, too.
Mix well, until firm. Serves one.
Enjoy.
Of course this comes out with thoughts of that little Larry Ferlinghetti that fits so well on a postcard, the list recipe poem I used to do variations of in my head (as Denise used to write her own personalized "My Favorite Things" now & then):
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand café in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
--Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Is that a great poem, or what? Of course the lover-of-you is great, but so are the strong coffee and the very small cups. And the bisexuality, and the un-"looks"ist-ness. And the way the last line, like "Serves six. Enjoy!" (all my mother's recipes seemed to end with "Enjoy"), is almost implicitly a conclusion/product of the cooking, as well as a step/ingredient.
Okay, I just went up and tacked on that last two lines in mine. Though the recipeness of the title is kinda oblique/afterthought by then. Yeah, I think they should be cut. Do you?
[Poll #343741]
(Thanks for the cantaloupe, BAM. And for the cantaloupe thought.)
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I smell a pot of soup on the stove already. And I would love to be one of the folks breakfasting/movie'ing with you. To fall!
p.s. - I like the last 2 lines, though the "firm" throws me off, as I think of you as more fluid and I'm resistant to not recognizing you at the end of your recipe. So much for my impartial opinion...
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Fiddling with words in lines and thinking what I'd like them to include, convey, feel of, call up---that act right there, while not exactly pleasurable, often leaves me, if I'm liking anything about what the words ended up doing, with a sort of post-magickal-manifestation feeling.
The "firm" was going for the idea of coalescing this resolve into something that stays together. There are the two meanings in "Serves one," too, and the mixing also passes the working-metaphorically test. But the ending without the tacked-on lines goes back to the "momentum" in the title. It's a recipe in a loose sense.
Thanks for calling me "fluid," though! I like the idea of being fluid. (I'm a very water-sign-y kinda gal, after all.)
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Good stuff, girl.
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I love Betty Ferlinghetti! Wasn't there a character in Greece or someting called Betty Spaghetti?
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Betty Spaghetti should marry Betty Ferlinghetti, and then they can hyphenate and both be "Betty Spaghetti-Ferlinghetti"!
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Often the answer to "What are you afraid of?" is fuzzy and not well-formed for me, and forcing myself to answer it helps. Usually what I'm afraid of is just the confrontation itself, and a feeling of dread at the idea of it---the sometimes visceral yet semi-conscious anticipation of how it might feel. But I've gotten better through the years at going ahead and addressing stuff, and like to think I'm still improving. Cuz it's necessary, dammit. It needs to be the policy, even if both parties hate confrontation, that unhappiness will be reported, and conflict will be addressed.
Key for me is focussing on being fair and compassionate during the process and asking/expecting the same of the other party. Like that thing of sticking to stating your own position and reports of your own feelings, fer instance. I didn't have the best role models for this kind of thing in my family of origin, but I do believe most of us can get better at it, with work (and sometimes help). Of course these dealings with conflict involve more than one person, and the other one brings her/his own baggage to the situation---which can make it complicated, given that each mix is different.
Doggone if most of the people I dearly love don't have at least a couple of suitcases! (you know, the unit of measure for baggage---ha ha ha)
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Have you ever seen that Church of Jesus Christ for Latter Day Saints commercial about helping families to communicate better? And the one Christian Scientist for Latter Day Saints says, "A common mistake is for people to say 'you always' or 'you never'-well first of all nobody always or nevers".
I always think about that before I know that I'm going to get into a confrontation, especially with my bf, because it IS so easy to get into that--and, it's not fair.
And as for suitcases, I probably have a trunk and half already in my short-lived life...so it goes...
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no, there may be something to that...hhhmmm *contemplative chin scratch* I relate to this because my parents certainly do have enough shit to fill like three houses, literally.
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