Friday, 30 November 2018

和歌 November 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Grace Under Pressure


November 2018

Thursday November 01, 2018
Living in the past
is living in the present.
The future is now,
within this very moment
(at least for the time-being).

Friday November 02, 2018
The way continues
to the now of this moment.
And with every bow
the practice begins and ends
without an interruption.

Saturday November 03, 2018
Studying Huike
is actually feasting
upon his marrow.
This is not for everyone.
Some lack the stomach for it.

Sunday November 04, 2018
Protestantism
is absolutely useless
unless you address
the basis of the protest:
The Summa Theologiae.

Monday November 05, 2018
There’s that smell again.
It makes me feel fucking sick
to my sucking gut.
It's not fresh, it is stale, straight
from the psychiatric ward.

Tuesday November 06, 2018
Into Great Silence.
What is the greatest silence?
Beyond poverty,
beyond chastity, beyond
obedience and Orders.

Wednesday November 07, 2018
Office politics
rears its ugly head once more.
I remain remote,
even in the midst of it.
At least I appeared again.

Thursday November 08, 2018
Furniture uproar.
No place to place anyone
anymore (or less).
My body barely fits in,
as my lofted mind lifts off.

Friday November 09, 2018
I'll tell you this much,
I will marry only once.
If it doesn't work,
I'll give her all of my stuff.
For me that will be enough.

Saturday November 10, 2018
This is the first snow
falling outside my window.
It's almost as thick
as the fall on that campus
when I disclosed my secret.

Sunday November 11, 2018
It is only right
that I remain with my kind.
With this white Insight 
I fight tooth and nail against
the flight from understanding.

Monday November 12, 2018
Under the weather.
Oversights are understood,
but I'm not able
to overcome them today.
Tuesday is another day.

Tuesday November 13, 2018
Time to stop reading.
Time to stop being concerned
with the verb 'to be',
to the extent that it tries
to keep me from becoming.

Wednesday November 14, 2018
I received the news
this morning concerning his
overdosing end.
I am remembering him,
despite our friendly distance.

Thursday November 15, 2018
This ghosting silence
is fully returned in turn.
It's never noticed.
On this very day of days,
I react accordingly.

Friday November 16, 2018
Reading all the charts
again after all this time.
Taking it all in
without trying to follow
every candlestick and wick.

Saturday November 17, 2018
This reality,
reason, reward, revenue,
and romance appears:
an old philosophy For
The New Intellectual.

Sunday November 18, 2018
They were look alikes.
Both were philosophical,
and sounded the same.
But one taught Aristotle,
while the other Heidegger.

Monday November 19, 2018
Rally base rally.
Higher highs and lower lows.
The talk of the trade
is spoken every morning.
After that the charts are mute.

Tuesday November 20, 2018
Fate is just the weight
of all the circumstances
that work their way through
the who, what, when, where, why, how,
and (very heavy) whether.

Wednesday November 21, 2018
Number twenty one
appears without fail each month.
It's a reminder
that I have a beginning,
and will also have an end.

Thursday November 22, 2018
My circumstances
are mindfully circumscribed.
And the more they change
the more they will remain as
Hemispheres within my head.

Friday November 23, 2018
None stop nine to five.
This is how I stay alive,
and meet my deadlines.
Nice work if you can get it.
I got it because I lied.

Saturday November 24, 2018
Haul ass to save ass,
exactly like Jackie O
in the black limo.
The only way to fight them
is to be where they are not.

Sunday November 25, 2018
Rest one day a week.
The less I rest, the weaker
I tend to become.
This one day is devoted
to absolutely nothing.

Monday November 26, 2018
How hard can it be?
I submitted my order.
You obviously
entered incorrect data.
I had to correct it, twice.

Tuesday November 27, 2018
Grace under pressure
and the wisdom to match it
is all that I need.
What the hell are you doing?
This is a telling question.

Wednesday November 28, 2018
This is moving day.
I need to be out by twelve.
I always clean up,
but the unexpected change
in the date prevented me.

Thursday November 29, 2018
You are beautiful
exactly as you are.
This is the message
that I received once again,
as I moved into my cell.

Friday November 30, 2018
Anthem of the heart,
and anthem of me minding
my own damn business.
Prometheus could care less,
unless its the Golden One.