Friday, February 4, 2011
survival – karma
If Giada pokes around
In a pool of live sea creatures
To cook up an appetizer for
Her lunch, is that how she will
Come back into her next life,
Frying in a vat of olive oil to
The aroma of garlic and the hum
Of a giant, hungry woman? Will I?
WCC Day 4 – Week 1: Freedom & Nurturing
I must wonder whether you’ve received any of my previous letters. Forgive my introduction here, bypassing all pleasantries, but it is very difficult to discuss rain and wind at this point in our convention.
We are writing to notify you of our emergency session last night that lasted well into this morning. All ambassadors from the Third to the Seventh World Districts agreed that we are near our wit’s end.
As you must be aware, there is an enormous gap from your vantage point to the rest of our islands. Your longstanding partnership with the old Queen’s cousin has exposed the detriment of its influence through the last bastion of neighborhoods.
We face an explosion of distended bellies next door to children who have turned into air balloons… crumbling buildings at the edge of peerless roads and opaque water carrying hydrogenized cans of soda and fried styrofoam. Surely, you feel the tears of the world through the storms you are facing now?
There is not much time left, so we must be very clear in our request. We have enclosed a stockpot with this correspondence. Please consider sticking yourself inside reducing yourself. We did discuss the seemingly delirious sound of this request. But you may trust that we still have some sanity left and are sure you have the ability to entertain extreme, violent ideas…and we are near desperation.
With every brainstorming session, we come to the same conclusion in the form of one question – Why must you exist?
Please attempt no furthering of speeches or commercial pitches in your outreach to us. Please do not reach out at all. Please take action on your posture and consider our only question at this time.