Wednesday, September 2, 2009

[o god]

The reason I am proud of you is:

The symbol for our tribe is annonymous. Some know that image as the person (B.C.M.) and some probably see it abstractly. I can say that horseshit because its true. Before I knew him, I knew that image/symbol/headlogo. I have see it far away, while alone. I has endured for at least7 years. The thing that I realized wasnthat the symbol is cherished because of his own deeds or words. He had taken his own face and applied a classic cliche counter symbol to his identity. By putting a black bar over the eyes, he becomes like a specimen or prisoner. Only the fat example man in my drawing book has his eyes covered. (He became a symbol to me too, and I copied his body using pencil and paper. Then I cut his body out and made a clock).
One more thing, about bravery: lets go back to that.

perimeters

I follow his words, mostly. I follow his paths. I have only vague notions of his perimeters. He does have one I know, but I think it is wider than he realizes. It includes a beach with big waves. Flippers should be used, when possible. The perimeter includes the exurbs and spaces in between. I know the secret huffing spots now, but. It takes me weeks to forgive him sometimes. Siow fiar I alwieas hiav.

following

Its hard to be a disciple. I can't say I would go to the ends with anyone yet. He gets pretty close to it, but other messages are lost in the travels. Empathy is not involved when climbing the fig tree to glean a few fresh ones, in fact, empathy, there I suppose, is a hinderance. I've been gathering, gathering, in tumultuous waves but the tides no nearer.

pretend

I said to Brian, its fun to pretend we are always camping. We saw some ladies sitting in chairs on the sidewalk, those are just campin' neighbors, Brian said.