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[jacktellslies]

My gods are silent and distant, and at times I hate them for it.

At yoga today my instructor, who is Jewish but non-practising ("I only practice yoga," she likes to quip) commented before shavasana on the idea of Sabbath, on rest as a form of worship. In a small yet appropriately divine voice Nick whispered, "Hey. Didn't I tell you to do this yesterday?"

Carla, poised as always, not looking up from her pose, countered him: "Shut up, altar."

I long for a world that speaks. There are moments, sure, but it's not something I've ever been able to maintain. But I like the idea of a ritual from which not even its intended centre could sway you. And I love people who live to tell the gods to fuck off.



My neighbourhood exists in states of decay: either abandoned, torn down, or ill used. So today I went scavenging, collecting bricks, the bones of buildings burnt. Now I have a fire pit in my cement back yard. I started some seeds, too: chamomile and morning glory.

Comments

[westlinwind.livejournal.com]

Dear Sir Jack,
You are lovely and amazing and I feel incredibly grateful that you are in my life.
Love,
Lady Crow

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Dearest Krys,

Goodness. Thank you. I'm deeply grateful to know you as well.

Yours,
Jack

Off Topic, but I just had to bring this up

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

Just a reminder that to day is the anniversary of Oscar Wilde's arrest for sodomy. In his honor, I have various male characters in rpgs who are having sex with other male characters. One set of characters are doing a different take on Shakepeare's 12th Night. Another RPGer and I have decided we should be writing gay soap operas together. LOL.