Fevered Ramblings

[sharplittleteeth]

The enlightened mind knows neither past nor future, say the Zen masters. It exists only in the Now.

This isn’t nearly as exciting as it sounds.

Sick. Again. Stomach cramps. Cold sweats. Headache that grinds like a millstone. Memories of past health, expectations of future recovery have been ground away, and I’m left to dragging myself through a hazy and painful present.

Enlightenment through illness. Some group must have practised it. All the elements are there: altered state of consciousness, the struggle for the mind to transcend the body.

Someone once told me that tuberculosis makes you a poet. Does something medical to your brain. Mental image: slave-poets kept in gilded cages, injected with T.B. spores so that they compose fatal, glittering odes for the amusement of their jaded masters.

I know why the caged bird sings, indeed.

Comments

Eeep!

[http://users.livejournal.com/raven_/]

Heres wishing you some rice-noodle-and-chicken-soup!

[nuwishas-tail.livejournal.com]

ahahaha

have a steak, no wait, better yet, have a steak burger
and a thick-shake
and some waffles, with butter and syrup


(bugger, now i'm hungry and have only apples and musli-bars, shit)

[andricongirl.livejournal.com]

'cept, if he ate any of that, it would make him sicker .. well just a steak would be ok :]

[nuwishas-tail.livejournal.com]

yup, i know, just teasing (of course it backfired, now i'm craving . . . )

[andricongirl.livejournal.com]

I'm hungry now too..

A veggie burger'd be nice ..

[nuwishas-tail.livejournal.com]

yes, a nice, fat, grain fed veggie, hygenically slaughtered (halal), (preferably in front of their children), then hand ground, shaped into patties and BBQ'd over a nice dried-hippie fire (for that piquante herbal aroma)

seasoned with home made tomato sauce (home made by either the veggie or the hippie that is), plastic american cheese slice (never even seen a cow), on a seasame seed bun

yummy veggie burger

[andricongirl.livejournal.com]

aint no one slaughtering me for burger food, but i dont have children so I'd be safe.

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

The diet of the kendo masters, right?

*lol*

[jilavre.livejournal.com]

You are the funniest when you're sick!!
But for your sake and the sake of my tummy muscles (laughing too much hurts them) I hope you get better soon.

*tears*

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

Your sympathy is overwhelming. Shortie.
;P

[mr-e-cat.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better soon.

Doc Holliday (of Tombstone fame) had TB.
It's why he quit dentistry and became a gambler.
does gambler == poet do you think?

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

You got to know when to hold 'em; know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away; know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Being neither gamlber nor poet, I couldn't possibly comment.

Currently googling for some hard documentation for this whole "TB causes poetry" thing. Wish I could remember who told me about it.