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Joseph E Bird

Let's talk about reading, writing and the arts.

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July 2016

Carburetor Repair

No, it’s not a metaphor. No hidden meanings. My lawnmower’s not running.

This is a really good video for its genre.

My hands smell like gasoline.

Suffer not alone.

“I often ask myself why “Christian instinct” often draws me more to the religionless people than to the religious, by which I don’t in the least mean with any evangelizing intention, but, I might almost say, “in brotherhood.” — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

My Conversation

Recreation.
Relaxation.
That’s all I need
for motivation.

Observation.
Contemplation.
It’s my way
of restoration.

Calculation.
Conjugation.
Created for
communication.

Perspiration.
Inspiration.
What once was play
is avocation.

Acclamation.
Adoration.
Distorts the mind
and expectation.

Preparation.
Presentation.
Hoping for
more confirmation.

Indignation.
Resignation.
Subject the dream
to termination.

Devastation.
Isolation.
Kills the soul
with suffocation.

Then.
None of it matters.

Exhumation.
Restoration.
Education.
Innovation.
Fascination.
Elevation.
Vindication.
Liberation.

Conversation.
Tribulation.
It’s just for me,
my celebration.


copyright 2016, joseph e bird

Do you whoop?

Or woo?

As in “woo, woo, woo, woo!!!”

Do you whistle?

Not the Andy Griffith theme song, but the two-fingers in the mouth shreaking whistle of appreciation.

I was listening to Mountain Stage this evening and as one of the acts finished, the applause was enthusiastic. And at shows like Mountain Stage, there are always whoopers.  And whistlers.

Who are these whoopers?

Are they so enthused about the music that they just can’t contain themselves?

I love music, but I’ve never had the urge to whoop or whistle.

Are they plants? Designated whoopers and whistlers to generate excitement in the audience?

Maybe I’m just too reserved. Maybe they’re people really enjoying life.

If you are a whooper, please tell me.

 

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