Eklektek is a writing repository relevant for both the diversity of the intended subjects and themes, and the philosophical aspect of thought independent of belonging. Ek is abbr for kenetic Energy; Energy stored in motion. The term lek is a type of animal mating behavior that creates a paradox within Darwinian theory... a contradiction within the "Fisherian Runaway" hypothesis explaining, among other things, the extra-ornate plumages of birds. The etymology of lek in this context is from a Swedish noun denoting pleasurable, less rule-bound games and activities, something akin to 'play'. In other fun: Logic. The smallest logic satisfying all conditions is K. Iff you enjoy weird mixed metaphors and non-sequitur then you are in the right place. Lastly, the letter K is thought to have originated from a hieroglyph of a hand, which must be found apropos to the art of writing.
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Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Tire Swing

Tire Swing: "A swing consisting of a tire (usually an automobile) often hung by a single rope from a tree branch, and commonly suspended over pond or lake. Allows more variations in direction, stability, and enjoyment than the standard swing."
Tire Swing: "A swing (hanging seat) using a tire as the seat, which may be considered a children's toy, particularly in the U.S."

"I remember the old tree laughing as I leapt into the sky"

Mixed Drink: 3oz Amaretto, 3oz Orange Juice, 1oz White Rum, poured over ice and swung.

Tire: n., c.1300 an aphetic form of attire "Equipment, dress, covering", 1485 "Iron rim of carriage wheel", spelling shifted from tyre to tire 17c.-18c. revived to tyre in early 19c. in Britain, 1870's rubber placed on bicycles and, later, automobile wheels. 

"The rope broke and one hundred playgrounds cried out."

Tyre is what the wheel wears.

Modern Swing: n., "A seat suspended by ropes or chains, on which someone may sit and swing in alternatively opposite directions while suspended or while on an axis"

"The rope broke and one hundred playgrounds cried out. We bounced."

O.E. Swingan "To rush, fling oneself; flog", P. Gmc. "Swenganan denoting violent circulatory motion", 1545 recorded definition "To move freely back and forth", 1687 recorded definition "Apparatus which swings".

Modern Swing: v., "To move in a sweeping curve"

"The old tree swung us and laughed and laughed"

Wednesday, October 05, 2022

Dramatic Dog

I lay on the floor, curled up and asleep
Tap-thump Tap-thump, Footsteps-feet
I jump up, wag, run a circle; three or four
Tap-thump, tap-ump, you go right past!
tap-ump, click-clack, you are out the door!!
ump-ump.
I stand, waiting, wondering... you swore!

Monday, April 01, 2019

الجن

Skyscraper glitters, Distant
Singular in the desert
sand etched glass
winds hollow tune
tracks of nomadic feet
faintest of impressions

The vastness
The city, long since gone
holds ghosts
twisting Djinn, spinning Djinn
here is beauty
Here is the emptiness.
Here, possibility

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Nice, Nice, Very Nice

Oh, a sleeping drunkard 
Up in central park 

 And a lion-hunter 
In the jungle dark 

 And a Chinese dentist 
And a British Queen 

All fit together 
In the same machine 

Nice, nice very nice 
Nice, nice very nice 
Nice, nice very nice 

So many different people 
In the same device 

-Kurt Vonnegut

Monday, February 14, 2005

The Storms are My Own Doing

It is Valentine's day, so a poem is in order... 

Of things I had and did not know 

I had a home that lay under a bright blue sky
above a big blue sea. 
I had a home and it had a roof that kept me dry when it rained. 
bleach white walls that kept out the wind. 
wood for the fireplace… that kept me warm. 
A kitchen with bread and butter garden vegetables… 
food that sizzled and popped when cooked and it kept me from hunger. 
There was a soft feather bed 
it was so soft. 

and when I left… 
I had shoes that kept me safe from broken glass and sharp rocks. 
the kind of rocks upon which the sea lashes with rage. 
its fury its frothy waves its stormy loathing. 

 And when the storm ended? 
I had eyes for the rainbows after such storms. 
for the calm ripples, rolling sand. for the diamond sprinkled water. 
for the morning light through magenta clouds 
for all the things that were meant only for you and me. 

 And now? All I have now is a tongue… 
to tell of the things I had and did not know. 
and to taste the air, 
a salty tear.