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Wednesday
Jun182008

Magnificent

Greetings,

Here's a picture from my room.

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I live in an old village where three religious guys met to talk way back when, perhaps 1,000 years ago give or take a century. They were lonely, bored and at the end of their known world. So, they used straw and mud to make shelters. At the end of a glorious day they sat around and invented some new ideology.

Here is a picture from their album.

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They were a long, long way from Roma-homa so they could do anything their little hearts desired.
However, they were passionate about maintaining power and control over the less educated masses so they created artificial time machines and so forth.

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They got real smart real fast and learned, if they wanted to be in control they could manipulate the sheep and rule them using fear - fear of a higher spiritual force, economic poverty (nothing to eat), lack of adequate sanitation, no education etc. This really got the job done and everyone lived in harmony.

Peace.

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Tuesday
Jun172008

In my silence

Greetings,

"Watch out if you meet an alien, you could be infected with a disease with which you have no resistance," said Steven Hawking. This is reported speech where the sound of speech has no alphabet.

One of those overcast broken spine
too much foundation makeup
beautiful face above a big
behind tomorrow where men hang Ottoman stacks,
their dignity intact, friendships and soles, heels,

leather working tools as the knife sharpening man with one bad brown eye reflects wings from a pigeon in light, a retina, iris, cornea;

sitting, patient, waiting down at an old corner hearing,

hearing men slap playing cards on a table beneath leaden skies threading uppers to lowers threading steel knives lying sharp reflection.

You hear a slapping sound. He is smashing his old upon, outside, a window into conversations. His right hand turns a yellow switch extinguishing a single bulb.

Carrying his bent back he shuffles through today's history across fresh packed asphalt into a small place for rice and beans. Bread and water. Brown tea. A silver spoon.

The wind turns a page.

Peace.

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Saturday
Jun142008

Two men talking

Greetings,

A man told me a story in the old silk market.

"There were two men, a Jewish man and a Turkish man. They were merchants. It was the end of the day.
"I lost today," said the Jewish man.
"What do you mean," said the Turkish man, "you made 3,000,000 lira today."
"Yes, but I lost one day of my life."

Peace.

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Friday
Jun132008

Apparition

Greetings,

So I am eating salmon off a side street in Bursa, Turkey watching people pass by looking at the fish, carrying their plastic bags of vegetables and fruit and I saw a real ghost.

It was my father. The man had the age - about 65, face lines, perfectly parted hair, glasses - a nervous twitch around his lower lip when he stopped nearby at a shop to inquire about tools or batteries.

He wore clean well styled black dress shoes. Retired. Casual slacks, button downed dress shirt and light blue jacket.

It was his height, thin frame, upright posture, severe serious eyes. The striking resemblance was his face, especially along his narrow cheek, aged yet mature - old yet spry like a fox - a careful astute yet kind man.

Bearing, attitude, manner, his personality this inherent hard won wisdom. Then he disappeared into a shop with green door as the fish seller tossed a silver mackerel to a black and white cat. The quick cat dragged it into cover.

Vision's memory.