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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Writing - Dogs Don't Die

Writing - Dogs Don't Die

Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to “death”, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must. 

Dogs never die. 

They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say:” No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.” Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk. 

It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone ( exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place. 

However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot. When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging it’s tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: “Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.” 

When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.) 

Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. 

So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer. But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead.” There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are. I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. 

You’ve missed so much.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Poetry - Dark Sonnet - By Neil Gaiman

Poetry - Dark Sonnet - By Neil Gaiman

Dark Sonnet by Neil Gaiman


I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch, for brave men died and empires rose and fell.
For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands, and men have followed women into hell.
In plays and poems someone understands, there’s something makes us more than blood and bone.
And more than biological demands for me love’s like the wind unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been.
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.
I really don’t know what "I love you" means.
I think it means don’t leave me here alone...

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Game Design - Ludum Dare 48

Game Design - Ludum Dare 48

Quick sample of the writing I've been working on for Ludum Dare this weekend:

In darkness and silence,
A splintered faith moves without direction.

There, a ruin of stone and metal,
...and death.

Time drags eternal, and the rain stops
The land runs over, green to grey
and grey to black.

And the splintered faith cares not,
for worldly matters.
Deep beneath the nowhere.

Until it found a breath...

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Life - Change

Life - Change

Sometimes you close your eyes, and you linger there for just a little bit too long.  A moment too long.  And when you open your eyes again, everything has whirled round.

And everything is different.

And you don't know how you got there.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Writing - A Box

Writing - A Box

Upon coming of age, every human being is given a box. The box can be opened only three times, and the only certainty is that opening will radically change your life. You are on your deathbed when you decide to open your box for the first time.

Writing - Potoo

Writing - Potoo

Potoo.  Space.  Writing prompt from Rachel.


Friday, April 18, 2014

Art - Hobbes and Bacon

Art - Hobbes and Bacon

I just had to share these the other day, because they are so wonderfully beautiful.  I'm a sucker for nostalgia, but it tugs at my childhood heart strings something fierce...they don't teach you a lot in school about character or growing up, but these hit the spot wonderfully.

http://imgur.com/tUzAL

Enjoy.