Wednesday, December 06, 2006

why must I try

 A bearded man with dark rimmed glasses, his eyes
nothing more then thin slits ponders what is real.
His hand is in his hand, his fingers are six, and
with a smile and a frown he thinks why must I try

3 comments:

Lorne Roberts said...

ha ha ha! when i read sky's previous post about the ten-fingered fist, i thought to myself...

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE Six-Fingered hand???

for those who don't know, that was an early label/prairie nation/AlfA/
manisaskerta idea--

the six-fingered hand. i think it represented six ideas, one being discipline (and hopefully, another being respect, a third being community, a fourth being unconditional love, a fifth being relentless creative production, and, uh...)

Anonymous said...

Because you must, it is your gift, the imperative of pushing your rock, and controlling yourself at all times, as there is greatness, as there is tedium, this is the finest of details.

And this, in part, is what I mean by rage.

So rage is all your livingProportions, it is thy song that we all hear.

Anonymous said...

I don't mind pushing other people's rocks while I'm at it.

and this, in part, is what I mean by love.