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March 07, 2010 - 7:00 p.m. Shark Mentality I am paralyzed and terrified of the motion around me. I may stop breathing. I am moving too fast, too fast to trust that these parking tickets, $20 in my own lot, $60 in a lie, are not signs of greater fines for deeds left unpunished. Such good intentions, so much pure desire to please; the television tells me that there are chances for all, the opportunity to compete; and with the competitive edge - I should fear nothing but the cliched 'fear itself'. Do not venture out of your holes, into the light, especially where night-vision and cat's eyes exist. I will regret my mistep, because I will always know what is at stake and because I will always wonder if this tail will catch on something, as I run, carelessly into a future where kinks and bruises on parts, trapped in past lives, will follow me. "God help you if you are a phoenix, and you dare to rise up from the ash. A thousand eyes will smoulder with jealously, while you are just flying past." (Difranco) Even my small flight, known only to myself, is a test of the possibility of death. I know I am not invincible, in my "self-made cage" (Anne Carson). I wait to unhinge my mind. Once you have flown, Clark, 'you will never be the same again' (Seagle).
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