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ZA FRUIT PICNIC

jallo. We are having za fruit picnic.

We are in za darkness. CLOSE ALL ZEWINDOWS.

Babble.

A fruit picnic is a gathering of friends and/or discerning strangers. That's what the bottle said, anyway. The ritual begins with the breaking of the watermelon. By the beautiful principle of watermelon shatter the full fruit will break into equal hemispheres. The first hemisphere is known as the hard apple. The second hemisphere is the sweet apple. DUH. The person sitting nearest to the tree providing shade asks to be handed the hard apple. He then proceeds to identify the national origins of the gathered fruit. If the sweet apple is from Burgundy, the pick-eye (the guy by the tree who presides over the fruit picnic), rechristens the hard apple the “cold apple.”  

Zen Koans for the Radico-Practical Soul

Koan I: What is the smell of over-washed clothes and under-washed bodies in an enclosed space?

Koan II: What is the fastest way to get from New York to London?
Koan II (i): What is the fastest and most comfortable way to get from New York to London?

Koan III: What's in a name (e.g. Jackson)?

--A Meditative Hermit

Flying-octopus Mountain

I haven't slept a wink
And I haven't got a plan

Since I crashed our red stealth zeppelin

On flying-octopus mountain

At night I fend off tentacles

By day I search for food

Too bad there isn’t any

On flying-octopus mountain

My comrades have been eaten

No, I didn't do it

It was the flying-octopuses

On flying-octopus mountain

I should have known that mollusks

Are dirty bourgeois kulaks
Who spurn the Revolution
On flying-octopus mountain

I’m out of cabbage soup

My sickle's getting dull

I won’t survive another night

On flying-octopus mountain

--A Stranded Hermit

Tremo

Memory unbidden embraces

Presses bay leaves to the nose

Hangs tender boughs stirs the wind

And early dawn stands ready

But being quakes in wonder

And in reflection one can hear

The suggestion of a hymn

--A Pious Hermit

Déjà vu et pas vu

Today I met a blind man in the hall. I had seen this blind man many times previously. I met him immediately upon turning the corner, ambling in the other direction. I greeted him, wondering if he would know my voice. He reciprocated as we passed. No more than a half-hour later, I turned the very same corner and met him again in exactly the same spot, ambling toward the corner just as before. This time I said nothing. As I walked down the hall, I was overwhelmed by a feeling that he had recognized me and was wondering about my failure to greet him a second time.

A Recurring Hermit

Thirteen Calendars

Here is a system of Calendars.
[As a familiar sample for the format:

Week (WEAK)
The Calendar of Work; 7 days]

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Re (RAY)

The Calendar of Corn; 50 days

Rebe (ray-BAY)

The Calendar of Corn Cobs; 62 days

Berebebebe (bay-RAY-bay-BAY-bay)

The Calendar of Corn Cob Husk; 93 days

Salgnog (SALG-nog)

The Calendar of Rain; 2 days

Justonot (JUST-oh-naught)

The Calendar of Justice; 9 days

Lodibarroby (LOH-dee-bar-ROH-bee)

The Calendar of Golden Teeth; 544 days

Ugomarthomarartho (oo-goh-MAR-thoh-ma-RAR-thoh)

The Calendar of Lechery; 1 day

Lammy (LAM(B)-mee)

The Calendar of Sweet Meats; 129 days

Uro (sam-BAM-ba-TIK-tog)*

The Calendar of Long Pig; 368 days; *also pronounced (in the savage dialect) as “cahn-BAHL”

Calarthon (ka-LAND-ra-THON)

The Calendar of Time; 47 days

Borgnotron (BORG-no-tron)

The Calendar of the BORGNOTRON; 4322 days

Imdinoradudi (SAD-sack)

The Calendar of Fools; 19 days

Dumumamimatadi (du-mu-mah-MEE-mah-tah-DEE)

The Calendar of Cleansing; 98 days

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Important festival days occur at the coincidence of various days on the various calendars (like “Friday the 13^th,” on the fifth day of WEEK and the 13^th days of MONTH):

Festival of Fun: on the 3^rd day of Justonot and the 9^th day of Borgnotron

Occurs every 38,898 days

Festival of Mourning: on the 1^st day of Ugomarthomarartho and the 1^st and 2^nd days of Salgnog

Occurs every day

Festival of Plenty: on the 49^th day of Re and the 61^st day of Rebe and the 91^st day of Berebebebe

Has never occurred

Festival of the Great Together: on the 1^st day of all of the calendars other than Re, Rebe, and Berebebebe (aka “The Corn Calendars”).

Has only occurred once before, but was accidentally ignored; predicted to next occur tomorrow

--A Sousinculous Hermit

Wrath

Withered cherries are flung down
adoringly, meet the rapid approach of earth
with nothing to lose; flown
like the aging Hestia to her dead hearth.

--A Fruitless Hermit.

Civic Duty

There are 25 chances to win a hot pink card
at the Circuit Court of Prince George's County. 
These are your tax dollars at work
so thank your tax dollars for the cushions on your seats. 
Don't try to trade your card just because your neighbor is more excited about jury duty than you. 
If you're not happy, get happy. 
Enjoy your flight
and Happy Monday.




--A Recently Returned Hermit

Ruminations on the Composition of the Self.

The smell of acrylic.
The feel of plastic in my hair.
Reminds me that I'm not myself.
Without paint.








-A Pollock'd Hermit.

The First Cave.

I came across a cave guarded by trees, exhaling cool breath. It was dusk; illuminated by the fading light of my tired day, a pile of rocks stood at the entrance. Who gathered them? Why? What can I make of it, what meaning can I bestow?
The idle pastime of another traveler--a child's make-believe fort?
A marker for lost companions; a signal, a warning?
A monument to the dead. Perhaps the rocks commemorate the victims of a monstrous conflagration.
A ritual pyre?

--A Dustern Hermit.