It’s true I’ve never been a particular fan of Oktoberfest but were I do find German culture excels is in having a word to describe everything*. So saying, “Kabelsalat”, or, ‘cable-salad”, meaning the resultant tangle formed by disorganized cords over time. And they say magic isn’t real… Don’t even get me started on the pragmatic wonder that is Schadenfreude.
I published a voluminous report on the finding of Mueller’s report but I’ll only be sharing a brief summary;
To those who desired further content please add an “off” to the end of the initial summary. Much obliged.
Moving on, we do have some vague literary mandate. Supposedly anyway. The initial thoughts for this piece were Heracles strangling snakes as an infant but annoyingly little trace of that catalyst survived to print**. Enjoy!
“Kabelsalat”, March 7, 2019.
Living each day caged in upstairs
Dynamic prisons cold affairs
Viper bars and rattlesnake chains
Constrict vice-like these damaged brains
Like centuries old knotted rope
Resolution’s a distant hope
Yet crack snarl here and then a snag
The mountain sheer offers key crag
At peak shed serpents entangled
Cast them down said villains strangled.
Asps, very dangerous.
My attention span has been unusually short of late so these poems are perhaps an ode to brevity but still they’re cute. Like baby poems. Intellectually seems on par…
Time to move on to the next productive activity of the day. Kind of crushing being an adult at the moment. With the small exception of the 492,000 things I should also be doing but have yet to begin. 🙂
Be well, dear friends!
Happy Trails and something about snails, I think?
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.