The Indifferent Monkey: 02.2006

2.27.2006

The Tip of the Iceberg

Sonny: Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in?: dump her.

Cologero 'C' Anello: Just like that?!

Sonny: Listen to me, kid. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she's a selfish broad and all you're seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast.

2.19.2006

Life is very long.

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

2.15.2006

In this valley of dying stars

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

2.13.2006

Here the stone images are raised

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
in death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

2.12.2006

In the twilight kingdom

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree singing
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.

2.08.2006

In our dry cellar

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

2.06.2006

The Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end;
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunnèd it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, -

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

2.01.2006

The Decline

The going gets tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention -- pay the rent
Next of kin pay for your sins --
a little faith should keep us safe.

Save us!
The human existence
is failing! Resistance
Essential! The future
written off! The odds are
astronomically against us!
Only a moron and a genius
would fight a losing battle
against the super ego
when giving in is so damn comforting!

And so we go on with our lives.
We know the truth, but prefer lies.
Lies are simple; simple is bliss.
Why go against tradition when we can
admit defeat? Live in Decline?
Be the victims of our own designs?
The status quo...built on suspect.
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members:
Club "We've got ours."
I'd like to introduce you to our host.
He's got his, and I've got mine.
Meet The Decline

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: Name: The Indifferent Monkey

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The Indifferent Monkey was born in Atlanta in the Summer of 1998. Although it cannot be confirmed, it is rumored that he originated at Zoo Atlanta's gift shop. He is, as you may have noticed, largely indifferent. Snuggle him, smack him, freeze him, drop him from a height -- it doesn't matter much to him. He is inexorably unmistakably blessedly Indifferent.

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