Pensées Dix
by Michael C. Keith
Genre: Humour
Swearwords: A couple of mild ones.
Description: Ten metaphorical thoughts.
Swearwords: A couple of mild ones.
Description: Ten metaphorical thoughts.
Book Worm
My friend really doesn’t read books. He just wants people to think that. What he actually does is buy tomes with pithy titles to dazzle people with his sophistication. He then asks if they’d like to read them when he’s done. If they say yes – and they usually do, because they want to look smart, too – he goes through the books and dog-ears them at 100 page intervals to give the impression he’s read them with sustained interest.
And Then the Wizard Proffered . . .
I can send you back to any era in history you like, at any age you wish to be, with as much money as you desire, if you can live knowing that at any moment someone may try to kill you. What do you say, old man? Ready to make the jump?
Isn’t It Wonderful?
Some people have been shot clear through their brain and have lived to grunt about it.
Late Night Screen Time
Seems all the people on YouTube are dead,
Prince
Bowie
Frey
Duke
Rickman
Safer
Shandling
Nimoy
Sacks
Everly
Seeger
Cocker
Jackson
Reed . . .
and I’m wondering who’s next.
OMG! Is it me?
Then I realize I’m not on YouTube
and breathe easier.
Photo Noir
A body slumps in the Chevy convertible sedan. Its bloodied head hangs from the window. Cops are standing around waiting for the coroner to arrive. Already on the scene is Weegee, the ubiquitous press photographer. This is the second killing he’s shot since midnight. He hopes he’ll get in a couple more black-and-whites of low-life before the night is over. It’s been a slow one, he thinks.
Short Story Concept: “Holy Shit”
From the feces of a newborn, extraterrestrials begin to populate other worlds. These new civilizations base their religion on the “Immaculate Digestion” parable.
Vapor
If an entire family known only to itself perished in the bombing of Hiroshima, did it ever exist?
We Spoil Too Quickly
Eighty to one hundred years is considered a very long life.
Sixty to eighty years is viewed as a decent stretch on the planet.
Forty to sixty years is thought to be too short an existence.
Twenty to forty years is seen as a very brief time to be alive.
Such is what we’re given in this world we didn’t choose to enter.
And here I am pleading for a reprieve from an absent maker:
Anything but this! Anything but this! Anything but this!
Years Later He Wondered
Those perverts in the public restrooms, what’s up with them? How did they get that way, looking over the tops of urinals for a glimpse of an adolescent cock?
A Voice Calls Up To Her Window At 5 Patchin Place
Responding to her neighbor E.E. Cummings’ inquiry as to whether she is still alive, Djuna Barnes answers:
“I used to be gorgeous. Don’t think this is the real Djuna Barnes. The real Djuna Barnes is dead.”
My friend really doesn’t read books. He just wants people to think that. What he actually does is buy tomes with pithy titles to dazzle people with his sophistication. He then asks if they’d like to read them when he’s done. If they say yes – and they usually do, because they want to look smart, too – he goes through the books and dog-ears them at 100 page intervals to give the impression he’s read them with sustained interest.
And Then the Wizard Proffered . . .
I can send you back to any era in history you like, at any age you wish to be, with as much money as you desire, if you can live knowing that at any moment someone may try to kill you. What do you say, old man? Ready to make the jump?
Isn’t It Wonderful?
Some people have been shot clear through their brain and have lived to grunt about it.
Late Night Screen Time
Seems all the people on YouTube are dead,
Prince
Bowie
Frey
Duke
Rickman
Safer
Shandling
Nimoy
Sacks
Everly
Seeger
Cocker
Jackson
Reed . . .
and I’m wondering who’s next.
OMG! Is it me?
Then I realize I’m not on YouTube
and breathe easier.
Photo Noir
A body slumps in the Chevy convertible sedan. Its bloodied head hangs from the window. Cops are standing around waiting for the coroner to arrive. Already on the scene is Weegee, the ubiquitous press photographer. This is the second killing he’s shot since midnight. He hopes he’ll get in a couple more black-and-whites of low-life before the night is over. It’s been a slow one, he thinks.
Short Story Concept: “Holy Shit”
From the feces of a newborn, extraterrestrials begin to populate other worlds. These new civilizations base their religion on the “Immaculate Digestion” parable.
Vapor
If an entire family known only to itself perished in the bombing of Hiroshima, did it ever exist?
We Spoil Too Quickly
Eighty to one hundred years is considered a very long life.
Sixty to eighty years is viewed as a decent stretch on the planet.
Forty to sixty years is thought to be too short an existence.
Twenty to forty years is seen as a very brief time to be alive.
Such is what we’re given in this world we didn’t choose to enter.
And here I am pleading for a reprieve from an absent maker:
Anything but this! Anything but this! Anything but this!
Years Later He Wondered
Those perverts in the public restrooms, what’s up with them? How did they get that way, looking over the tops of urinals for a glimpse of an adolescent cock?
A Voice Calls Up To Her Window At 5 Patchin Place
Responding to her neighbor E.E. Cummings’ inquiry as to whether she is still alive, Djuna Barnes answers:
“I used to be gorgeous. Don’t think this is the real Djuna Barnes. The real Djuna Barnes is dead.”
About the Author
Originally from Albany, New York, Michael C. Keith has paternal family roots stretching back to Clan Keith of Caithness and Aberdeenshire. A leading scholar in electronic media in the United States, he is the author of over 20 books on electronic media, as well as a memoir and three books of fiction. Much more about Michael and his publications can be found on his website: http://www.michaelckeith.com