Mar 14, 2016 Daily Life, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Incomplete
Incomplete
March 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Why is it SO hard to write about this topic? I began TWO poems before this post, and discarded them.
I think I know the reason why.
It’s because INCOMPLETE is the dirge of my days. Incomplete this, and incomplete that, and incomplete something else.
It’s not that I’m a slacker. It’s just that I can’t keep up sometimes. Or, perhaps, I just dream big dreams, sometimes — no, not lofty ones, like saving the earth, or the oceans, or helping one homeless person every day. No, just BIG dreams … like I WILL clean up my room that’s overflowing with seventeen years worth of teaching-related papers and books that I do not, and will not want to use ever again.
Or, I WILL finish reading “The Defender – How the Legendary Black Newspaper Changed America,” in between dealing with cooking, housework, other work, laundry, taking child and dog here and there, going to drum group, playing the guitar, singing with my family knitting, taking walks, writing … and starting a new life.
Two years, I began TWO novels, and have not completed them. Arrgh!
Is it fear of committing myself to the ultimate step (for me)?
No, more likely, it’s just inertia. It’s like getting my sitar out of its case, and actually playing it, instead of moaning and groaning about how I haven’t played it recently.
Once I begin, I go on. I know that. So, what am I waiting for?
Oh, yes, I’ll finish writing this post. Unfinished laundry awaits me, and after that, sleep … perhaps.
Goodnight!
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Tags: #Incomplete, Meanderings
Jun 2, 2013 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, the surreal and the unreal, Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Melted Meanderings from the World of Coagulated Cheesy Corn
©By Vijaya Sundaram
June 2nd 2013.
Heat melts my brain into lumps of cheese. (I want to find some nachos.)
Yes, I’ll spread the cheese on the nachos, bake them into delicious, coagulated, gross, fatty lumps of congealed food, and snack on them.
Yum. Yum. Crunch. Ouch! My brain hurts.
I hold up a tortilla chip and observe it. Paper-thin and brittle, it reminds me of the skin I’ll have when I’m old. How delicious! I could be autophagous!
Translucent in the afternoon heat, the chip shimmers before me, an illusion, wrapped in a veil of corn-like deceit.
Who knows whether it’s GM-corn from Monsanto?
I’ll just snack. My brains on chips taste good. Oh, so good.
The heat washes over my pliant limbs, and I laze, like a sodden, sleepy slab of cheese on a concrete step waiting to be trodden on.
Disillusion washes over me, a veil being lifted, revealing another veil waiting to be lifted. Perhaps, good things lie in wait behind that veil.
Hail, O! Being behind the veil! Are you me? Can you see? Do we kneel to each other?
Behold, you! I kneel to me!
Now’s when we keel over.
An idle wind (which I respect not) passeth by me. I leap on it, and fly, a tortilla chip covered in cheese. A tornado lies over the horizon.
Ride into that storm.
The smallest things win.
From corn-chip to computer-chip is but a step. GM-corn to nano-chip. Nice! And so crunchy, man! So flavorful! So full of silicon-dioxide!
Day at the beach, don’t you know? That’s what’s called for.
Because, as we know, the answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind. Dust-storms, sand storms, silicon chips, silly corn chips.
Good evening! Have a nice day!
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Tags: chips, corn, Meanderings, melted cheese, melting brains, silicon chips, stream of silly consciousness