568. October 6, 2011…Ramblings from a “Free Pie ” day…

From the MInd of the Manic

"Say What You Mean...Mean What You Say" ©2011Robert Redus


“Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.” – William Faulkner

Rod Stewart’s 1971 album “Every Picture Tells a Story”….was listed as one of the 500 albums you have to listen to before dying….I have to say based on the song… “Reason to Believe’…I agree…the song’s first line tells it all… “If I listened long enough to you, I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true”….and I guess that’s as wide open as what needs to be believed…and how long we are willing to listen…until it’s believable or not…

I heard his story yesterday…a great one…one we’ve all experienced…to some degree…he though decided to remind himself of the event…via tattoo and much  like yet not as extreme  in most circles as  Matthew 5:29… “If your right eye offends you, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”…and we all have those little reminders…right…and hopefully not vacant eye sockets…missing limbs…or permanent disfiguration…because of love…

I eat a slice of Sugar Free… “Free Pie” every Wednesday…of course its not really free but it’s made to sound like it is…I meet a few of my friends and we discuss what w e discuss…it’s one of those events I dreamed of as a small child…when I got older…that whole routine developing thing all of our parents did…and we wondered why…well I think I know why…and it’s a tug of war for me…not the pie and the friends…or really even the routine…but the predictability of it all…that sort of manifesto proclaiming my occupying a particular seat at a particular place at a particular time eating a particular piece of a predetermined pie…it all reeks of settledness…monotony…tedium…and it is…(that’s me tugging to the left)…

Tattoos proclaim things…events…feelings…. admiration for the Tasmanian Devil…daring… stupidity…and in some cases…”Do what ever”….but unlike a hallmark card….tattoos are major reminders…for better or for worse…and for an awfully long time…tattoo also doesn’t have to be inked into the dermis to be a tattoo either it can be a smell…permanently affixed to our brain or a sound that we hear and it takes us “there”…anything that has the permanence  for us…

Sure “Trust No Bitch”…kind of tells it like it is…and I question the sugar content in “Sugar Free” Apple Pie…and two eyes are clearly better than one even if one is continually offending me all day long…and I’ll worry when they both start offending…

What we’re missing is a place that offers it all…you know a communal meeting place like a church of sorts….that offers… “Free Pie” Sunday…and after enough visits…a “Buy one eye plucking…get the second eye plucking for 50% off”… and with a valid Punch Card…One Free Facial Tattoo…and as a bonus…a Free Personal Manifesto Kit…with something to proclaim…like…”Hey Sugar, Take A Walk On The Wild Side, Said Hey Honey, Take A Walk On The Wild Side.”

“Always get married in the morning. That way if it doesn’t work out, you haven’t wasted the whole day.” – Mickey Rooney

530. May 29….I wish my aunt had married Albert Einstein…

From the MInd of the Manic

“Heroes” 2011

“Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future.” – Robert Smithson

“it took a few decades plus some….for all of the water to seep into the wood…saturate it enough so…ensure the dark ash gray color…would last the lifetime….and though both had their reasons…one was innocent…and  only knew to sit at the window…and smell the fragrance from the garden below…later shed the skin…that curled paper dry on those hot September afternoons…when all of the sounds would still…

never does the picture look as expected…when all of the pieces have all been put in place…maybe it’s the mystery of what could be or better what never was known…sort of like thinking something sounds familiar when it’s really nothing…but an echo…and somewhere on the walk I asked out loud…” now…what do I do with this?”…so I suppose…that then becomes the next tight button…or jar filled with cicada wings…and I now have to have reasons…for…whys…that no longer have any value but just hang in the air  like the smell of a storm some miles away…that may or may not touch…me”….(The Black Eye Project)

I thought today about those who I have done wrong…and about those who’ve done me wrong…doing something that damages someone…without the knowledge of the act is derived from innocence …it might be blind but nevertheless the action was never designed to be a finger in the eye…and certainly never done to question trust…yet it does when revealed…and can be forgiven and forgotten because we almost always step up and make it right….in some way…

but a wrong that is calculated and planned has a different significance…forgiveness may have been exercised…yet the forgiven must carry what they have done with them a lifetime…and know their action was a reflection of themselves…”If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.” Khalil Gibran

and I guess they are the scars we wear for making the scars we put on another…

a Japanese garden…once built really defines the beginning of the process…there are many variables that make the garden…what it is…a Japanese Garden is a representation of the universe and its elements…the entry path into the garden (roji)…represents  many paths…each turn…quiet place within the garden is a place to sit…think…dwell…develop…conclude…reassess…end…begin…

gardens are designed to have life long after the original gardner…does not…the word…”Yugen”…encompasses the essence of the garden …”subtly profound, suggestion rather than revelation“…

I think in each of us there is a gardener waiting to get out….I know mine is making more noise these days…I’ve been to a few well done gardens…and each has left me with a great sense of satisfaction yet a deeper sense of introspection…wonder and purpose…I can only suppose…that was the intention….or maybe it was the mix…but either way…it ended well…

I’ve come to the conclusion that many things are best left alone…while others demand attention…and those that demand attention might very well end up in the “Better left alone” column and those that are better left alone might demand attention…so clearly the idea of flux…is well demonstrated…but there are those things…that come to a place of having nothing…no equaillibrium….no stature…no energy…just lifeless…kind of like the bones I’d find as child bleached white in the desert…their purpose diminished to taking a spot there in the sand…and still I wonder what else they do….

my aunt…who is from deep in the heart of Texas…would say those things are… “like a fart in a frying pan”…

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein

454. December 11th…thinking of you today…Fast Eddie…and what you’re doing with yourself…these days…

From the MInd of the Manic

“Doctor my Eyes” 2010

“With most people disbelief in a thing is founded on a blind belief in some other thing.” – Georg C. Lichtenberg

I’ve not watched or listened to the news in over 3 months…and for that loss if you will…I feel ok about it…I have sort of become my own news caster..something I’ve always wanted to be…right along with a Mexican radio disc jockey…a Television Evangalist….and a Lounge Singer in a really bad hotel bar…off of interstate 10…

lately I’ve been reading and saying everything aloud in a news casters voice….usually ending with…”Back to you Clarrisa”….I only do this in the privacy of my own home…for obvious fears and reasons…but there is something very powerful in holding a pretend microphone…staring into a fictitious camera…standing close to some non-disastor…while reporting that the bread has just exited the toaster…and will soon be a nutritious breakfast treat the whole family can enjoy…that’s correct…whole grain bread from Costco…delicious…nutricious…afforacble and something that should be a part of everyone’s breakfast table….so that’s led me to the idea of adding another possibility of professions if and when I return to the planet via reincarnation…I’d like to be a game show announcer….

I always loved watching game shows…especially when the contestant lost but won….they maybe didn’t win the convertable…or the trip to Maui…but they won a life times supply of either Rice-a-Roni…the San Francisco Treat…or Creamettes…or Turtle Wax…and I always wanted to marry one of the women who held their arm out pointing towards the drape with the plethora of possible prizes…I mean wouldn’t it be great at a party to introduce myself….”Hi I’m Robert…this is my wife Carol Marol”….she’d wave her hand…people would stop to look at her ability to point things out….they’d know right away who she was…sort of a celebrity without all of the secrecy…not to mention the benefit for me…she could point that game show way…when we were driving as to which direction to turn…where the mens room is..all of that it would be great…the nice thing too  about being a game show announcer…is I’d be sort of invisible…it’s just my voice they’d hear…and never see me…and if they did…I could be fat and wearing headphones…because it really wouldn’t matter what I looked like….and I could probably wear a jogging suit…too….

all of these profession by way of reincarnation are exciting…to say the least…there are such huge possibilities…I don’t care what the music is…nor do I care what I might be singing…or if anybody’s getting my message…I just want some healing going on…and the game show could be anything…as long as I get to say….”Heeerrrreee’s Bob”….and I don’t really even care what name it is…there is really something about the non-celebrity celebrity status…that intrigues me…it’s kind of that whole thing like…who is the other guy in “Wham”….I don’t care who he is…and that’s my point…being something…or somebody is what we are all of the time…most of us are just missing it…

so I can see myself…sitting at a piano in a smoky bar at the Holiday Inn in Midland Texas…cigarette burning in the ashtray on top of the rental piano….hair slicked backed…lips pursed…”hey it’s great to see you out tonight….remember to tip the waitriss…she’s working hard for youhere’s an oldy but a goody by Tony Orlando and Dawn“…..that’s right put your hand on the television set…reach deep into your pocket with your other hand…that jingle is the jingle of salvation…I’m here to tell you…that sound sounds like a serious change in things is coming at you…so send us your check for 99.99 and we’ll send you some toothpicks that have been hand dipped into the Nile River….the real Nile river….in Egypt… my assistant Carol Marol…points her lovely hand to the curtain to the left….and as it opens….” That’s right it’s a Baldwin Piano…made from handcrafted cherry wood from Iceland’s most talented craftsmen  …Ivory tone keys…imitation Ebony sharps and Flats…a cushioned bench seat for hours of comfort and enjoyment….retail 6 thousand 2 hundred sixty-one dollars and forty-one cents…the Baldwin Company where Music it’s our Business“…”Thank you Clarrissa…this is Bob Wonderman live from the metroplex…and have we got some news ahead for you…stay tuned…Jill has weather…and Tiny Tom’s always here with sports as it happens…see you back here at 10:30 on channel 66 KZAG…..here’s a word from our sponsor…. “Radiorama Discotecha…equis ere oh ka X Rock 80…Escuchame…Juarez Mejico“….

these would most likely be impossible days…I mean keeping up the pace and all…maybe I’ll be reincarnated as a dog walker instead…who only works a couple of hours a day….or a window cleaner at ground level…few windows a day…that sound good…

“One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we’ll need a new definition.” – Alvin Toffler