26 March 2006

 

The Sort of Thing Claypot Dreamstance Says to the Walls When He Can't Sleep

How did we move from being a body, to owning a body? From I am sick, to I feel sick? When did the secretions of the brain take primacy and allow us to treat our flesh as a suit of clothes we’re stuck with because we lost the receipt and can’t exchange it for another? Who told us souls inhabit bodies? Why do we easily proclaim we are spirits who just want to fly but are burdened by this accreting bloody mess we have to drag around like overstuffed luggage? How do we find grace in our amazing forms again?

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I can't sleep either.

Here're my answers:

fall in love

tango

get Shiatsu

walk balanced on a railroad track

study a martial art

all of the above
 
Nice post, Mario. And I like Theriomorph's suggestions. Mine are:

hug

wiggle your toes

laugh

dance

roll around on the ground

sit in the dirt
 
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