Static Cling

Friday night
campus bus

serious slips
into live-it-up

static cling
nylon skirts

Peacock Flare
newbie smudge

Remember the long-gone glimmer of weekends,
whittling ourselves into glamour girls,
un-walk-able shoes, un-dance-able songs,
the disappointment that lives
on the other side of a night out?





9 thoughts on “Static Cling

  1. Kijo

    “Hot and dangerous
    If you’re one of us, then roll with us
    ‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
    When we’ve got our hot pants on and up
    And yes of course we does
    We running this town just like a club
    And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
    Got Jesus on my necklace-ace-ace”
    We R Who We R – Ke$ha


    1. Kijo

      Wow. Your talk of flood reminded me of this:

      “In youth, everyone is in a flood, and then the whole outlook is tinged and coloured by the ego. Then you walk, then you talk, behave, relate, but everything is tinged, coloured, by the ego. Much misery of course happens because you are thinking yourself to be that which you are not, and you are believing in the shadow. Soon the flood will recede, the autumn is not going to be forever. You will become old, torrents will not fall into you, streams will become dry, banks will appear, summer will come, and this vast looking Yellow River will become just a tiny stream. You may become just a dry bed of sand and nothing else.

      It happens in old age. Then one feels very irritated, cheated – as if existence has been cheating you. Nobody has cheated you, you simply magnified yourself foolishly. Your own ego created the whole problem – now you feel cheated. You cannot find a man who is old and yet happy. If you can find one, live with him – he is a wise man. You can find happy young men, that is nothing. If you can find a happy old man, that is something. When the summer has come and the autumn flood is no more and an old man is happy, then he has known something else: he has found some eternal source.”

      Maybe not quite what you meant, but the idea of a flood is striking: a flood of anticipation, sensation… all of it recedes, returns.

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      1. Fantastic! Autumn Floods is probably my favorite book of the Zhuangzi.

        Though at the time I felt my comment more inspired by Western Hermetic symbolism, of course the two key the same map.

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      2. Kijo

        The book, ‘When The Shoe Fits,’ as a whole, is amazing, a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.

        Life is taking me away from WordPress, so I may miss yours and others works of genius. But I will catch up as I can.

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