Taxi driver
Barber
Pottery Artisan
Bookstore clerk who is paid to talk (thus sell) to customers
Librarian
Levi's sales staff (at age 12)
Amateur Scuba-Diver Fisher
Sailor for at least a year
Psychoanalyst/Psychotherapist
Professional Juggler
Freelance seminar preparer
Bed & Breakfast manager
Comic bookstore clerk
Astronaut
Carpenter
Field-happy anthropologist
Amusement Park manager
Illusionist/Magician
Individual think-tank for researchers (paid for ideas?)
Anarchist commune worker/citizen
Tea House owner (after 60-5)
Game & Comic book reviewer
Cocktail Bartender (again and again)
still to come i m sure...
Saturday, March 08, 2008
AREN’T YOU TOO YOUNG TO BE WRITING APHORISMS?
Hold soft the hammer
Lest you be the nail one day
Drink knowledge in gusts, into guts
As if stranded in a desert
Know that desires
Are there, not to be fulfilled
But enjoyed for the passion they ignite
Hope all you want
Though know it is for its own sake only
Follow not your heart
For the heart is deceitful
The heart is true the heart is chaste
Yet it recoils from its’ own shadow
Never give advice to your offspring
About wanting being real
Wanting doesn’t mean getting
And that you are also made of all else
And all else also have wants
The hare got cross with the mountain
But the mountain was unaware
(Turkish proverb)
No action is blessed
Lest it benefit someone else
Hope is no less an illusion than the world
Think of the visceral often
Scent of Man, tissue teeming
With a myriad of organisms
Marvel at the miracle of love.
9 March 2008
Hold soft the hammer
Lest you be the nail one day
Drink knowledge in gusts, into guts
As if stranded in a desert
Know that desires
Are there, not to be fulfilled
But enjoyed for the passion they ignite
Hope all you want
Though know it is for its own sake only
Follow not your heart
For the heart is deceitful
The heart is true the heart is chaste
Yet it recoils from its’ own shadow
Never give advice to your offspring
About wanting being real
Wanting doesn’t mean getting
And that you are also made of all else
And all else also have wants
The hare got cross with the mountain
But the mountain was unaware
(Turkish proverb)
No action is blessed
Lest it benefit someone else
Hope is no less an illusion than the world
Think of the visceral often
Scent of Man, tissue teeming
With a myriad of organisms
Marvel at the miracle of love.
9 March 2008
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