Deal 1007: Stubborn Swamp

Stubbornness has always run in my family. At every turn, we’ve always turned back and tried again. This has not always ended well, lots of effort has been sunk into goals doomed to fail. And yet, occasionally the persistence pays off.

I’ve wondered at times if there is a system to it, of if the universe is just random.

I know it isn’t rewarding the “pure of thought” or “pure of mind and body” because some of those who succeeded were clearly scoring low on those scales. I mean, “chicken racing”? Really?

And “frog jumping”? Again, really?

Especially when after setting up the contest, you rig it by feeding iron slugs to your opponent’s frog. Just to win a bar bet. And then when caught red handed, you parley that into an annual event?

Some kind of strange clumsy dumb luck is clearly at work, there. Failure leads to failure, as odd stepping stones through the swamp of failure to learn, failure to succeed in industry, and failure to buy property that isn’t nearly all swamp.

And yet, somehow, the stubbornness is admirable.


Deal 964: Talented

Hindsight is always clear. The trick is to make foresight work. If I only knew then…

Well. “Then” I was starving for my art, and getting nowhere fast other than thinner.

What I needed then was a patron. Of course, I didn’t know that, or how to find one. Or really, even how to get noticed by anyone. All of which are facets of the same problem. Busking for pennies is a hard way to pay rent.

I had talent. That was never the issue.

What I lacked was business. Business sense as well as customers. I lacked marketing. I lacked packaging.

And so I starved.

Finally, I had to neglect my art and talent and find boring work that actually paid. At first, I was sure that it was just temporary. I’d wait a few tables, make a few coffees, earn a few dollars and tide myself over until I broke through.

But talent must be fed, and so must the body. And a roof is handy for anyone.

So here I stand. I’m talented. I’ve accidentally had a career in coffee and waiting table. Along the way I’ve made a little art.

I’m not sure I learned what I should have done, but I sure have learned many things I should not have done.

Maybe the time is ripe.

Time to hang up the apron once again, and make my own way, speak in my own voice, and deliver my talent to the world.


Deal 934: Otis muses

I’m still a bit jumpy being around so many others like me, so I’m happy to spend time in Michel’s place where it is almost always quiet. At least until the rats decide to throw a party, or those rare occasions when an actual client is brave enough to climb the stairs.

I don’t talk much, and never when there are strangers in the room. I’m not sure why I spoke to Michel that day, but it was clear to both of us that something had passed between us. He didn’t even do the whole “talking dog” routine. That was when I was sure there was more to him than met the eye. Or nose.

Someone sabotaged that elevator.

But we may never know who. And I’m currently pretty sure that is ok. Whether intended or not, that sabotage threw us together, and led me to a place where I am not the strangest thing in the room. Or in the whole building, for that matter.

The big cats downstairs can be a little smug, but they know no one will look at them funny for acting as they do. They don’t speak human either, or at least I haven’t seen them speaking human. George understands them, and they trust him. They seem to trust Michel too, even if they don’t usually deign to speak to him.

So many secrets in this place. I guess mine are just a drop in the bucket.


Deal 927: Acrostic Wings

Acrostic Double Nonnet

The gilded birdcage, full of songbirds,
Hangs in the corner with a view.
Iridescent colors play
Softly off their feathers.
Chattering fills the
Air, while the birds
Gaze; dreams of
Side heads.
Wisdom, hidden
Insight will prevail.
Nightfall calms the voices
Dawn will restart their planning.
O, if only they could open
Wired hatch to freedom, they would fly free