What would you think of a reworked game of chutes and ladders called sloots and ladders? In this version, similarly, you climb up the ladders but go down on the sloots. Granted I would undoubtedly cheat by attesting a sore neck…
Hello again, my friends! I’ve thought of you often. It took me a bit of time to adjust to what privately I’ve been referring to as my “pandemic palsy”. A bizarre combination of trepidation, guilt and general unrest wherein you remain perpetually unmoving, held immobile by self-imposed celestial chains stronger even than blind faith. But hey, fuck that noise, let’s GO!
The ink is still drying on this one if you’ll indulge the antiquated cliche. There are several pieces I’ve been sitting on but yesterday’s seems more appropriate.
You really have to relax into the meter here by the way if it’s to flow correctly.
This Cartesian Pain, March 23, 2020.
The brighter a light all the longer its shadow
But despair is needed if we’re to define joy
Sadnesses’ absence can’t guarantee you’re aglow
An insidiously paradoxical ploy
Engaging united is the crux of this game
Even if in practice we must stay apart
Insignificant is assignation of blame
Coordinates trivial to even Descartes
Connecting those twin theories is hardly a stretch
Suffering’s necessary and worked into fate
But concordant efforts can redesign grim sketch
Such that the worst of nightmares we can mitigate.
I find myself a peculiar combination of inspired and morose these days, So many stories of selflessness and yet avarice like they’re fighting over the soul of humanity like some queer demonic chess game. Nobody knows what the end result will be or how bad this may get but what is indisputable is that those detrimental effects will be lessened if we react collectively and with proper cohesion. Let me rephrase, Stop fucking up, MORONS.
Given the fact I no longer have a job, like much of the province suddenly, I should be able to communicate on a more frequent basis. Plus, with my cabin fever is already reaching a state, my impending mental deterioration should at the least be entertaining for the viewership. Enjoy!
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.