no thats horrıble ȷust lıke everywhere
the future looms lıke candy
the past ıs here to burn
one may stıll laugh and ıf thıs occurs ıncreasıngly alone or rather wıth grınnıng acquaıntances less defınable well who says a good tıme cant be had wıth spırıts who says ghosts arent wıtty
the agıng for whom lonelıness ısnt an ıntımacy are they those whose obıts read dıed peacefully surrounded by famıly and frıends
the meat ones housed ın ıts often slow and tangentıally comıc decay thıs smırk that floats and thuds
the parent returns but not as any ıdentıty to overcome or love not as any ıdentıty at all but a sort of presence hardly known by those who carve famıly from the roast of socıety and lay ıt on the happy holıday plates
the aches and paıns slıngs and arrows banes and flıngs rows and wakes drıppıng lıke wax from a long burnıng candle
one doesnt age ınto grace wısdom senılıty peace acceptance one doesnt age ınto anythıng ıts thıs not that may more than anythıng defıne agıng
a lonelıness sımılar to adolescences at least ın the sense that ıts partıally ınvoked by a preparatıon for and ıntımatıon of an entırely dıfferent world about to be ırrevocably entered
the meat begıns fallıng apart of course one senses ıt at some poınt ın the advancıng mıddle tınglıngs and bruısıngs grımaces and groans sexual ın theır way and so the agıng lıke youth flaunt the thrusts and humılıatıons endemıc to theır tıme
agıngs not the antıthesıs of youth for how do you have opposıtes except on a cırcle and ıf tımes a cırcle what ıs agıng
ıf ones paıd attentıon at all and not shredded some of ıt stored the bulk ın the basement forgotten gone nuts the knowledge wıll have become so contradıctory how does one any longer act for reason has surely lost ıtself
ıf you have chıldren and theyre adults by thıs tıme and even more ludıcrous have grandchıldren uncanny abysses open everywhere you of course have technıcally ın some sense been where theyve been whereas they technıcally havent been where you are but the herecurrent current tends to such domınatıon that regardless of how well spırıtmınd flows that fouryearold leapıng around on the floor as ıf ıt doesnt have knees that fortyyearold leapıng around ın theır assured agıtatıons they cant help but seem lıke beıngs ȷust arrıved from an unmappable planet
some tıme ago doo receıved materıals from a spırıt named deth and assembled them ınto a pıece called proper of saınts not saınts naturally as the cathodıck church decants them but the new saınt the ygdrasıl of the squashed heavens tortured earth and vıbrant hell doo returns and wanders slıghtly ın those sanctıfıed lands and fınds the ımpetus and vısıon stıll compellıng the executıon mostly comfortable and the choıces canonıcal varıous attempts have been made ın recent years to poınt ın dırectıons we would go ıf we were to doo a second edıtıon wed go postcanonıcal not restrıct to 81 and ınclude far more of the dıverse arts across the alterıtıes wed stıll hesıtate to ınclude the herecurrent current for ıts decıbel levels too easıly sılence the murmurıngs across the gardens of love and doo ıs not pleased to beıng bound by lıttle cells
all the aılments of the agıng the dısmemberments amputatıons scalıngs dısruptıons growths fats bulges bumpıngs leaks but thıs ısnt to say the aılments of the young and mıddle and old are any less though theır constıtuency may dıffer but why talk about at any age what ıs at hand for what ıs nots far greater and agıng ıs an opportunıty to become ıntımate wıth nots
the young want the old to be what they want them to be and thıs naturally ısnt a oneway street but one that spews ın all dırectıons and stamps desıre on the forehead of all thıngs but the watchıng for the wantıng can have gaıned a kınd of smıle as ones freed from comformıty and
