Ritual

"What ever it is that you have to tell me, you better have something to say." I nodded. "A silent world would be an ideal utopia for you Ms. _______." "I really," she paused at tried to look dramatic, clenched her jaw and tapped her shoe on the ground twice, then scuffed, "yes, I think that I rather loathe your frequent and flawed - so called - 'obscurity.'" I imagined my day at work would be completely obscure and meaningless to perhaps those who were not aware of my heroic, pathetic intentions to be wonderful, which was therefore equated with obscurity. Clearly, I was losing my mind. Or was my mind losing me? Moral of the tale: Whenever you can't figure out what you were going to say, what the question was, if you really want to be wonderful, you will eventually turn out to be a motorcycle. And my advice, one of the most impressive habits of we obscure heroes, is to just end every paragraph you speak, is to say this simple phrase ...

As it unfolds, the edges are as eroded as the last time I surveyed my perceived happiness, and you were always there for me. You know who you are. Thank you for knowing.

Misery hates company; you can see her the cracks in the walls, the warmth of the vents in the multiple shelters you have inhabited She was always with you She is starving by noon on weekdays You use the binoculars you found in the trash (Has a year passed by so fast?) You mock her and watch her and know her well She dances like a Russian soldier You always move with her She sees much and yet not enough for you; that matters not to her She sighs deeply and you admire her lilac hair when she almost close enough to hold She never looks at you, but maybe she looks past you, At least, maybe she knows you are there. She is probably oblivious to pretty much everything that life has to offer You think to yourself and laugh (Has ten years passed by so fast?) No one loved her like you She reminds you of a cat A panther, perhaps a lioness You are the hunter You are the prey? Pray that 17.5 years doesn't go by Quite so fast.

Mas o Menos by w. clark I had made an important decision that drizzly December lunch our, a choice that might have been a major turning point, or one that made me realize I couldn’t trust myself, control molecular mutations that were implanted in my DNA, but were fertilized by the irony of life and made me older, smarter, and a riddle unto my own psyche. I left the office promptly at 11:45 am and it took the usual 3 minutes to get from my desk to the elevator to the front door and down the dozen stairs to the front green and I swiftly broke right up Maroon Hill two blocks west, slushing hurriedly up to the garden gates, and then made haste past the goat petting zoo. Temporary images whirled past me as I lost more seconds of my hour and tore down to the Landing, the hillside slanted toward sea level and my spine started to burn as my speed increased, the spring humidity filling my lungs with heavy water and my terror elevated to a state of shocking horror for that which broke so many ...

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Now that I have decided not to participate in the mischief which bounces beneath me and breathes down my back, the lucky day bursts its bountiful fountains of the purest, warmest light within and around me; my love of life and the depth of my own fragile yet enormous temple of true faith is surrounded in that song of the magnificence of being; the most transcendent revolution of self becomes real. Now that I have decided to burn the barriers of self-conscious self-doubt and self-betrayal, I decide to run into the living room wall as fast as I can and with full knowledge of the eight feet I have to build momentum. And although the pain is quite a bit more intolerable than I would have expected, not only because I thought a small jaunt of machosim might just fix or trick my mischeivious mind redirect the synapses to bigger and better ailments, my expectations are always higher than I could ever reach, and if there was a beanstalk and I caught sight of it, hell yes, I would be stacking ph...

Ritual

12/08/2006 09:00 PM - PT's Inferno 1601 W Evans Ave, Denver, 80223 - $5New music venue above PT's (yes, the nudey bar). Come on down and watch the delicious entertainment downstairs then have a drink and rock out with us upstairs. There are two empty cages for those feeling sexy enough to dance for us.... you KNOW who you are .... you tigresses and tigers....

go to www.youtube.com/wendyclark for the new wendy show episode 1.5

so i was just writing my friend jhimm because that is what i do jhimm is legendary and revolutionary and i know it. not only because he somehow finds a way to wrap his thoughts around his voice not only because his voice is spectacular not only because he somehow finds a way to amuse and remuse and is my muse and writing to him is always a wakeup call and a perfect certain entity of the truest perfect reflection of who i am when i write words to him of who is someone i am and am not and he knows it. i have told him (though he can't be right all the time....) :) and he tells us what is going on and around and we know we have to have this dude's attention because of his energy and will he is a young prophet (much like Erk....hmmm... whoa....) nice. and doesn't even know how magnetic his presence and his very essence is a reminder to check one's self and remember to -check- everything -balance- and let yourself be true to yourself in word, thought, and deed. this has been ...

can tell she is sleeping. she also doesn't know that i have been explaining my theories of cognitive behavioral therapy for the past 20 minutes, nor does she know i can tell she is faking it. she finds my theories as captivating as anything else. for certain.

you have to understand that i understand what you are saying. keeping this in mind, i understand that because you do not understand me as i don't understand you and you will not listen to what i have to make you understand is true mainly because i have more experience than you and am wise in this matter of subjective thought and action i keep my eyes closed and look into the great wide open the one you rarely get to see unless you find yourself humming while doing the sidestroke amongst the doggie-paddlers who mistake tennis for air hockey and you remember the day that you you finally listened before you thought and kept your eyes open and listened before you thought listen before you think. before you let yourself talk.

i got me a job today. i start tuesday.

i got me a job today. i start tuesday.

"My Resume" by Wendy N. Clark fictional account of pragmatic humanist trying to revise a resume and getting angry.... "From now on we are all responsible. And accomplices." Elsie Wiesel Wendy N. Clark wch@denied.hmpf Objective: My objective to obtain the position at the company for which I am sending you my resume. My intent is to give you – in objective terms (keywords) why I match your criteria and likely want to be an employee (i.e., contract, temp, permanent, temp-to-hire, freelance, etc.) for the position at your organization which I am sending you my resume as you requested. As I have been researching in my four-ish month quest for a good job, the search starts here (unless you have already determined that I am not the one… based on our ratio of “k2k”© : keywords to keywords search mentality. It’s like a dating service DMBMS and a QTFU match? Any reason to read on? K2k is my latest soon to be famous acronym in yet another bad investment of time. My other objec...

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1209218714 Because you don't know where you may be headed. Or where you may leave. Or where you may be left, for that matter.... Written, filmed, and produced by Wendy Clark. Music performed by Wendy Clark, Daniel Paschke, and Mark Mauldin on a backporch, and the last outro-lude performed by Wendy last night. Mastered - sorta/kinda.

i am not feeling well. neither is JJ. i slept allllllll day and woke up to stare in the reflective glass and estimate the damage had a delicious JJ omelete pet my dogs and called a potential employer back (i left a charming message but she didn't call back yet) this gig is for an entry-level web developer which is one of the many things i want to learn and the pay is pretty excellent and my sense of hope (sense?) is happily creeping up my spine again and monster.com is okay by me it's the folks who are doing the hiring who are becoming the ones who seem to think they can decide who is worthy or not note to hiring managers: dear judges of my fate and income: it's pretty cool to have respect for strangers even if they are not the right candidates for your position. it's really good to have an idea where you stand - even if it has to be in a bulk email to those who aren't the right person for the job. you know who you are. i am going to sleep again now. my message to t...

Why does one write? Once your number comes up, you cease brainstorming the infinite answers to this unquestion. “Hello!” I shout to the empty classroom. I am aware of the perimeters of my intentions; I have my phone in my hand; I have my keys in my left front pocket of my corduroys, the laminent hanging out with the neckpiece – a ritualistic ornament which psychologically reassures myself that it is safe to go home. It is safe to let go. It is safe to go on now. Except for… my glasses…Darn

I ain't been right since that doctor in Boulder made me take that shot of homeopathic-whole-body solution in Boulder when I was twenty-four years old. But beside that, I had a few thoughts in the shower after a great Saturday evening out but the point is that i learned somethings that made the bad news (regarding my new job) not so bad at all ....to ME, that is... therefore i trust that that psychobabble sweetly spoken to and for me from my friends (the ones who read too much but love me) and the point they were trying or had something to do with my need for approval my seeking approval from others who don't have it to give.... "We may look for approval from people who have none to give." and i don't know why this little excerpt is making me which i had known not to do this for so long but also I REALLY hope i can remember this and investigate it on a regular basis (of course, blogging it may actually help, HMMM! :)) but it may wash down the drain with the other e...